Daxon
I read the interview like fifteen times.
I was only mentioned once and not even by Roxanne, just as like background information to tell the reader unfortunately Roxanne and Dean couldn’t be together because of me. Like I was holding Roxanne hostage or something.
I couldn't believe this s**t!
I threw the magazine down and fell back on the bed.
Roxanne had spent these last few days telling me we were perfect for each other all the while she was probably just biding her time until she could go back to Dean.
Stupid f*****g Dean Turner.
My fingernails were digging into my palms. It was the only way I could stop myself from smashing up this hotel room. I closed my eyes and tried to do my breathing exercises.
The door to the room opened and Roxanne slipped in.
“Hi baby,” She
