#Chapter117
‘YOU are NOT staying here! You’re coming to the club and staying in the apartment tonight and you’re going to quit that dead-end job that makes you wear that piece of shit dress. Meghan isn’t your name, I don’t want to hear it again and you WILL come home, Camilla! It’s where you belong.’ Alexi explodes slightly; I guess frustration finally builds to that level. It’s that bossy, arrogant ‘I OWN YOU’ tone that I knew he hadn’t lost—hiding in the pretend docile act. He’s losing his temper with me and here it comes. Next will be the side of him that really knows how to party in hell. Sadistic Satan with his crooked crown!
I’m glad. This is the side I want to see! The reminder of why I should stay a million miles away from him for as long as I live. No matter how good an offer he’s throwing my way; In case I ever forgot what a controlling piece if shit he is.
