CHAPTER 13
RIPPER'S POINT OF VIEW.
The last person I would have expected to see at this boring-ass party is Dove.
Four years of vigorously looking for her, and somehow she’s just in front of me right now, without me raising a f*****g finger.
Moments passed, and I just kept staring at her while her eyes darted everywhere around the restroom but my face. I don't mind looking at her all day, the party is also boring, so it’s a win for me.
Something about her beauty is ageless. Dove's beauty is ethereal. Long brown hair falls down her back like silk, and I wouldn't hesitate to wrap it around my fist. Her cheekbones make her face even more striking—arguably the sexiest woman I’ve seen my entire existence.
And those eyes… pure f*****g trouble each time she looks at me.
It’s a battle contr
