Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
Absolutely fuckin' perfect.
Everyone knows that if a fire starts because of faulty wirin', insurance won’t cover shit. I move closer, laughin' under my breath, my fingers twitchin' as I touch the wires. This is it. My ticket to ruin Wesley’s life. I pour out some of the bottles, the strong smell of alcohol fillin' the room, and cover a few tissues in the booze, wrappin' them around the wires. Then, with a flick of the switch, I hear it—a sizzle, followed by a soft pop. The smoke starts slow, curlin' upward like a snake, but it’s not enough. I need more.