The Art of Lying

"Tyra, if you walk out the door."

I turned around on my heels now irritated passed a point. "What Dylan? Or should I call you Jax? Or what should I even call you? Ever since we got here everything has been a lie, everything you told me, presented to me."

I throw the clothes down on the floor and walked over to him.

"You told me you came from a poor house, you were the only child, and you hadn't lived around money at all. But look at you." I shook my head and laughed. "Everything was a lie.".......