-POV Derby
I lasted exactly three days.
Three days of avoiding the tenth floor, ignoring his emails, deleting his messages before I could read them. Three days of telling myself I was strong, that I could walk away from Jordan Vasquez before he completely ruined me.
On the fourth night, I broke.
It was past 10 PM when my phone lit up with a single message.
Jordan: I’m outside your building.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I told myself not to look. I told myself to turn off the lights and pretend I wasn’t home.
Instead, I walked to the window.
His black car was parked across the street. He was leaning against it, arms crossed, looking up at my window like he knew I was watching.
Even from this distance, the pull was magnetic.
I hated him for it.
I hated myself more for grabbi
