“How do you want me to play this?” Kenneth asked as we were on our way to the hotel, moments after we landed
I looked up at him.
“Do you want me to just exist beside you,” he continued, “or do you want me to put in the work?”
I didn’t hire him to stand beside me and look pretty. “I want you to act like being with me is something so incredible, so special it’s difficult to grasp why someone would think to let me go.”
“So you want your ex jealous?” he said flatly
“Jealous is such a weak word. I want him crumbling at my feet,” my voice was stone cold, my gaze spaced, looking out the window, focusing on nothing in particular, “regretting everything he ever did to me. I want to see him suffer emotionally just the way he made me suffer.”
“Great. So I have to pretend to be obsessed with
