THE THOUGHT OF HER IN ANOTHER MAN'S BED
ALEXANDER
I made it to the car before I let myself feel it.
I slammed my fist against the steering wheel twice. The sting in my knuckles was nothing compared to the anger burning in my chest.
I was so angry at myself.
Seriously, Alexander! Did you have to be such a d**k? What the hell was wrong with me?
I drove out of the gates, the coastline blurring past, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. I wanted to turn around and tell her she's not a distraction and everything just happened to fall in the wrong timeline.
But I couldn't.
The anger curdled into something harder. Resolve. I need to finish feeling with all this s**t and then I'll show her that she was the only thing that has made me feel alive in years.
But first, I had a meeting. A meetin
