COREY
I paced from one end of the suite to the other, deep in thought. The plush carpet muffled my steps, but nothing could dampen the raging thoughts that dominated my mind. My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides, my jaw ached from being tightly set, and my chest burned with so much shame and humiliation . I had never felt this way before—never so small, so insignificant, so utterly defeated.
It was unlike me to ever be made to feel that way. To feel that way in the slightest. I was Corey. I had everything I wanted and nothing, absolutely nothing affected me in the least.
It was like the universe had been sitting back, waiting for the perfect moment to make a mockery of me, and it had succeeded.
Stella. Griselda. Tristan. How the hell did I find myself caught in all of these? Ho
