His end point is not me

Zayn never let anyone touch his custom race car, yet he allowed his assistant to sit inside, eating snacks.

He even took her on a road trip out west, braving the desert dust just to give her a special birthday gift.

Meanwhile, I was the one who drank myself into a bleeding ulcer to land him a sponsorship deal. I begged him to drive me to the hospital.

He just coldly dragged me out of the car. "No passengers in the race car. If you're so sick, why don't you call an ambulance?"

Watching him sp