[Christian Castillo]
I drove past Wall Street as the dash screen of my car beeped a notification, revving my mind which had been hinged on a certain woman who occupied not only my thoughts but my house.
I imagined she probably believed I was the worst asshole to ever exist, which, frankly, wasn't far-fetched. She had called me names I had been surprised to have heard from her considering all the times she barely put up a fight years ago.
I would have found some f***s to give either if we hadn't crossed paths seven years ago. She was the last person I wanted to have a deal with, yet, she was an easy prey. I was done playing games with her but something about her thinking our meeting was my game made me want to keep her around much longer. See how much she could be a player.
How much f
