"Dad, I have to maintain the facade of being good in his eyes," I began, my voice tinged with frustration and desperation.
The truth lay bare, an unspoken secret I had kept hidden beneath the surface. Every time I attempted to seduce Zander, he relentlessly turned me down, and the memory of this still hurts my pride.
As my memories resurfaced, an ache of longing gripped my chest as I recalled those moments when I had yearned to make him mine, to tear down the barriers between us. The desperation had clawed at my insides, fueling a determination that had bordered on obsession.
"I can't force myself to be a w***e for him and risk unraveling everything I've painstakingly built. He values me as his best friend," my words flowed like a plea, tinged with the anxiety of holding a precarious po
