Raizel
What the hell am I doing? Why in her matters I grew sensitive and ended up doing what I don’t want? “God, this woman.” Breathing out, I pulled my hair out of frustration, shook my head and packed my stuff, getting ready to leave for our flight to Paris.
“Thank God Jerome left or else his presence would only make things worse.” I muttered to myself, packing my stuff neatly, trying to focus on my work and not let any other thought disrupt it. I cannot allow anyone to rupture my flow of misery, they will clog and I don’t want to think what could happen if this stacked inside.
“It’s all that damn woman’s fault. How dare she invade my mind like this? If she thinks looking at me differently would make a difference then-” I paused, eyes widening in disbelief, straightening my back, whis
