Chapter 31

KYLE'S POV

"Really? A motel? Pfft, I guess Daddy's rich boy isn't so rich after all." Becky huffed, her arms crossed, as she stared at the dilapidated motel sign with some of its letters dangling from the signpost and its red lights short-circuiting.

“What happened to 'I have money, we're going to a hotel,' Huh?" She added in a mocking tone as she turned to glare at Matthew, which only served in enraging him further.

“Goodness, I can't believe I left all those nice hotels lined up back there and chose this rundown place at two a.m.; my love for this shithole must be pouring out of my ass like glitters,” Matthew's sarcastic tone and hot glare at Becky were the only indications that he was beyond furious, but Becky didn't seem bothered by it.

"Yeah, I suppose. We all know you're a moron." Becky responded with a daring smirk on her lips, and I watched as Matthew's hands trembled and folded into hard fists.