ALEXANDER'S POV
If wishes were horses, even the dead would fly.
Break her. Use her. Forget her.
Move on
Except I was really trying hard to get her away from my memory when I hadn't even started. Her face was implanted in my brain already.
I could tell I was taking a huge risk and I loved it.
I took up the bet, meaning I took up my father's wish.
Not sure I knew what I was doing and why, but my instinct told me I needed to—and my instinct never lies.
I cuffed my sleeves as I kicked Darren off the bed.
“Get the f**k up, you d**k,” I snorted. He could sleep like a log all day long and Damien had just walked in. He probably spent the night in a b***h's apartment.
“Seriously, dude?” I deadpanned lazily.
“What? You guys don't seem like you wanna f**k new bitches this semester and why
