One drink turned into two drinks, and by three drinks, I was feeling good. Too good actually. I couldn’t quite understand why I wasn’t soaking up this lifestyle that Cristian was so generously offering me. Was I being hard on him for no reason at all?
TooAfter putting down my glass, I glanced over at him sitting on the balcony and talking to someone on the phone. From the way he had so savagely tortured that man earlier—blood dripping down his hands, muscles swollen underneath his shirt, eyes as dark as the deepest pits of hell—he had made me feel things that a woman like me should never feel for a devil like him.
should neverI took another sip. God, when I drank, I wanted one of two things: to fight or to f**k.
Now, I wanted a bit of both.
I stormed to the balcony, pulled the phone ou
