Jack
Willow blinks in surprise, finding me standing in the middle of her office. I look at her, really look at her closely. How could I not have recognised her at first glance? She hadn't really changed; her blue eyes that seem to draw me in still haunt me.
God, I must have been out of it.
Flirting with the woman that ripped my heart to shreds without an ounce of hesitation just because she dyed her hair black.
I hate to admit it, but she looks even more beautiful than I remember, but I remind myself that it is only skin deep; she is ugly on the inside, and the thought that I fell so stupidly in love with someone as cruel as her leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
"Is everything alright, Mr Carter?" She asks in that professional manner that a part of me detests, her eyes flickering with c
