MY EX ENEMY IS OBSESSED WITH ME
Out here, it was just me, the ax, and the ghosts that never fucking left me alone.
I needed the distraction. The rhythmic violence of it, the bite of the blade through solid wood, kept my mind from spiraling where it always went.
To her.
Bianca.
Her name was a curse in my head, a brand under my skin. That damn kiss from weeks ago still lingered, hot and maddening, like a wound that wouldn’t heal. I hated her. Hated how she made me feel—wild, unmoored, like I was one wrong move from losing control. Hated that even now, I wanted to storm inside, fire up my laptop, and check the cameras. See if she was still at her office, still breathing, still taunting me with that honey-and-vanilla scent tha
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