Keagan’s P.O.V
I’d never smoked in my office ever in my life, but today, I needed a cigarette. Or a hundred. The damned packet burned a hole inside my pocket, tempting me into grabbing it as I paced back and forth, feeling like a caged animal, trying to deal with my failed attempt at…at f*****g what?
Keeping Jessica in the villa forever under the ruse of getting her to confess.
What the f**k was i even thinking?
She got under my skin so much and turned me into a testosterone charged male acting before thinking. f**k! The most infuriating thing about the entire f*****g episode is how blase her tone was as she f*****g told me to gather my evidence.
How the f**k could she be so arrogant?
My face had gone purple with rage and a vein strummed at my temple as i raged within, tampering dow
