Riley’s pov
Claire stood there at my doorstep, a smirk playing on her lips. “Aren’t you going to let me in, Riley?” she asked with that fake sweetness that made my skin crawl. I hesitated. Every part of me screamed not to, but before I could stop myself, I stepped aside and let her in. I regretted it the moment she brushed past me.
She strutted into my small, cramped living room like she owned the place. She glanced around, her eyes soaking in every little detail, her fingers trailed across the back of my couch, her face twisting in disgust. "So, this is the hole you live in," she said, her voice dripping with arrogance.
The words hit me hard, my fists clenching at my sides. My heart pounded faster in my chest, the anger rising with every smug glance she cast my way. I wanted to tear h
