TRAPPED IN HIS WEBS
One minute I was a good son, a respectable boyfriend, and the next, I was a predator, spending every free moment on my phone.
The screen of my laptop was glowing with a news article about David Petrov's latest real estate deal, a hundred-story skyscraper with a glass-and-steel facade. My cursor hovered over the accompanying photo: David in a crisp suit, a confident smirk on his lips. I traced the line of his jaw with my finger, a shameful, pathetic gesture.
My best friend, Chloe, walked in without knocking, her bag dropping with a thud on my bed. "Hey, nerd," she said, her voice a splash of reality in my obsessive haze. "Still studying for that econ exam? You’ve been holed up in here for day
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