JUNJIE
Waking up feels like a slow crawl back into the mess of last night. I stare at the ceiling, my mind replaying every mistake like some kind of torturous highlight reel.
First, letting a particular woman with long curls under my skin. Why the hell did I let her presence rattle me? I should've known better. But she brought back things I thought I buried—stupid things. And then, there was Daryll treating me like I didn't belong in the room like I was just some spoiled rich kid playing businessman. That's bad enough.
But even worse than Daryll was Chris. The audacity of that guy—forcing himself on Yiren, thinking he could get away with it. And yeah, when I saw them on the dance floor I went all caveman on that douche.
