Kayden
I watched as Dahlia's best friend walked briskly into the apartment. My eyes followed her movement, while she lowered her head, doing everything she could to avoid my gaze.
She was fucking her best-friend's worst enemy. I'd bow my head in shame if I were her.
I let my mind drift back to Dahlia. The mutt had no friends, and the only one she had just had to be a backstabbing slut. It was quite a pity, but at the same time, I didn't care. The ridiculous idea of being her friend crossed my mind and I chuckled.
How could I be her friend when all I wanted to do was fuck her?
Screw the whole we hate her narrative. How could anyone with blood in their veins and eyes not want to fuck her? She looked like she was carved for sin. With long, luscious hair I wanted to wrap my hand around, a face too pretty for someone we were supposed to break. And her body. She was perfection, every curve of her body was sculpted just to be tainted by these hands. And her skin--soft like silk.
