Killian.
I find myself glued to a spot, my hands fisting as I watch the fuckker guide Tamara to his car.
There's this burning rage in my chest, it's too intense, that it almost knocks me off.
I clench my fist tighter, wanting to punch something. But honestly, I can't quite place my finger on why I'm so upset right now. Maybe it's because of that fuckerr.
I never liked him, Alex. He wants Tamara, I could see it in his eyes, then and even now.
He used to be her boss, one Tamara seems a tad bit too close to, I didn't welcome that closeness so well, mainly because I knew he liked her.
And Tamara? She was clearly asking for it, this is who she really is, moving around with that body and having men fawn all over her. And I had—- I had been too blind to see it.
I loved her with every fiber
