Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
My favorite, Marco, was shipped back to Italy on the first plane after he kissed me. He’s banned from the UK as we speak.
That’s not mentioning the abolition of any possible fling I attempted to start.
Apparently, I offended the mighty Eli King by confessing my naive feelings, so he set out to ruin my life.
The more I act out, the harder he squashes me.
The stronger my reaction, the more brutal his consequences.
He told me not to go to clubs. I did. He got me blacklisted from half of them.
He told me to stop vying for attention and being easy. That one got me mad and destructive. I danced with any man I could find that night. The one I rubbed my arse all over? Yeah, no one knows where that guy is.
I just hope he was sent back to the States and not to somewhere more obscure.
My retaliations proved useless and only managed to provoke Eli’s ugly side. All of his sides are ugly, but there’s a deadlier part of him that survives on psychotic viciousness.
That didn’t stop me. Not when he glared at me as if I were a cockroach he couldn’t wait to squash beneath his designer shoe. Or when my friends told me I was asking for trouble.
Even Cecily said it was like I wasn’t doing it for my freedom anymore. I didn’t even like any of the guys I flirted with. Didn’t want to be in a relationship. And my little girl's dream of a big house, kids, and multiple pets had already been broken. So according to her, I was only doing it because I did want the attention. Specifically, his attention.
I did not.
I just liked messing with him like he messed with me. Sometimes, when my head got too depressed, I thought it wasn’t worth it and chose to avoid him.
Most of the time, however, I’d swing back with my own poison.
You can bet I secretly sabotaged any relationships or situationships he was in after I got to uni. Not personally. I’m not an amateur, thank you very much. I hired aspiring actresses and invented entire scenarios to make his possible girlfriends think he’d gotten a girl or two pregnant and was siring an army of fatherless children he’d cut from his life.
Annoyingly, some of the girls were so desperate to be with him, they didn’t care about that moral dilemma. So I had to pull out the big guns and ask for Lan’s help.
I should be ashamed about the leverage that psycho holds over me. If he chooses to, he could have me locked up for all sorts of petty crimes. But I have no regrets. I needed a psycho to battle a psycho.
Lan and I are a team against Eli. He participates because he loves instigating chaos more than breathing. While I’m dedicated to the cause because I can’t lose to the prick anymore.
Eli doesn’t get to mess with me and obtain an easy life in return. My parents taught me to hit back twice as hard and never back down.
So I’ll die on this hill, please and thank you.
Or that’s what I thought before.
Now that I have Eli’s last name and I’m forced to share space with him, everything is crumbling apart.
I look up at him as my lungs empty of oxygen and fill with his scent. I’m unwillingly trapped in his frosty eyes, his tragically handsome face, and his sharp features.
And in moments like these, I have to squash any remnants of the old me with bloody hands and chipped nails.
Playing the cello isn’t even a viable escape anymore. It took a lot of courage and effort to pick it up again, and surprisingly, it worked well, as if I never stopped playing. In no time, I got lost in the music and forgot my surroundings.
Until he barged into my space and touched my face like he owned me.
His fingers have left such a searing burn on my skin, I’m surprised I don’t erupt in flames.
“Get out.” My voice is barely a whisper.
Partly because I’m taken aback. I thought he didn’t want to be in my vicinity, which is why he’s been avoiding me like the plague. Partly because I don’t understand the cryptic look in his eyes.
Morbid anger mixed with a strange sense of relief.
As fast as it appeared, those emotions retreat behind his fortified walls. My eyes widen as he sits on the edge of the bed. Beside me.
I try to ignore the lick of heat that touches my bare arm. “Didn’t you hear what I said?”
“I did.”
“Then why are you still here?”
“Never said I’d listen. Besides…” His lips lift in a sardonic smirk. “I heard you were moaning about my absence from your life, so I decided to grace you with my presence.”
That snitch Sam.
“I’m honored,” I say with enough bite to signal a third world war.