William left me in bed to go attend a meeting, he claims; he is only ever this nice and close to me when he wants to have s*x with me.
He always denies it, but I know he still wants that b***h Amelia.
I sometimes feel getting rejected wasn't enough pain for her; she should have died instead so I could live my life in peace.
Even when we were friends, she always thought everything was about her, like the world revolved around her or something. It was so pathetic.
She thought I was her best friend; I wish I could relive the day she came back here and discovered that I was now Williams's mate.
The look on her face deserves to be framed up and put in my room so whenever I wake up, I can look at it and know that I won.
Wrapping the sheets around my body and holding it with my hands, I tip
