ALEKSANDER
All my life, I have thrived on control and self-discipline. Power is discipline. It is the knowledge that men twice your age would lower their heads because they know you have their future in the palm of your hand and can easily decide to crush them.
I've built my life on that, self-control, I mean. I have never twitched, never lost it, never snapped.
Until him.
The fireball of a man who barged into my life and made it unbearable to think without envisioning him. I've never wanted to see my knife buried in someone's chest as much as I want it in him.
But that's not the part that bothers me.
It's the fact that I see him everywhere that really gets on my nerves. When I close my eyes, he's there. When I wake up he's there, and the worst part?, I've had more hard-ons than
