In Love With My Bully
I decided to spend the next couple of hours tidying up and maybe even baking something to keep my mind occupied until he arrived.
As I was on my last batch of cookies, the bell rang continuously, making me rush to the door. There stood Veronica, dressed in a tiny black dress that left little to the imagination. Veronica was one of the bullies from my high school group. I never had many direct interactions with her, but she always laughed at my misery. Even though I love Cole now, I hate the tiny reminders that I am married to someone who used to be my tormentor.
I stared at her, trying to keep my composure as she waved her hand in front of my face. “Maid, call Cole. I am his really close fri