False Impression
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell
- Walter Scott
COLTON
I’ve never done this before.
Wanted. Needed. Craved.
For anything besides football, the Super Bowl, Hall of Fame success. Even revenge…
But never a person. Never a woman. Never a fiery angel—one come to torture me from the sanctity of Heaven and dragging me through Hell in the process.
What was it about her?
When she pushed, I pulled. When she raged, I raged back. She didn’t even know who I was. She didn’t even care. That she wanted me, that she was willing to kiss and touch me and trade barbs with me, despite not having the promise of fame or money or making it with Mr. Big Football c**k made needing her an even sicker torture, and I realized that the only person getting
