Chapter 6
brOOKS
I sit in my car and watch Ivy through the window of Zoe’s first-floor apartment. Even though I’m angry with her after the stunt she pulled at the coffee shop earlier, I know I have to make her come home. I will make it better. She’ll see.
From the moment I saw her I knew she was perfect for me. She’s everything I want in a wife. Gorgeous, stopping every man in their tracks when she walks into a room. Quiet, doesn’t ask questions, and a pussy I love to fuck. And she’s all mine. No one else can fucking touch her.
I convinced my parents to hire her, I didn’t give a fuck if she burnt toast or was a Michelin Star chef. She was going to be my wife, and after I married her, she wouldn’t be working anyway.
The next step was a cakewalk. It wasn’t difficult to convince my grandfather to purchase the building she lived in with those losers she called roommates. She belonged at my condo with me. I gave her a week to stay with her friend before I swooped in and saved the day. She agreed to move in with me over a few glasses of wine and some slices of cheesecake. Fucking child’s play.
If she had waited just a moment longer before she busted into our bedroom, it would have looked like I was fucking Zoe. It was my one fuckup. I shouldn’t have had her bent over facing the door.
Fucking idiot!
I smack myself in the head with my palm until I feel a dull ache.
It took me fucking weeks to find someone who looked just like her best friend. I would have played the victim. Coming up with a story about how Zoe had been trying to hookup with me for months, seduced me, and fucked everything up. I’d beg for her forgiveness, but that friendship would be ruined.
She’d be all fucking mine.
I’ll fix it. I’m coming for her.
She’ll come back to me even if I have to lock her up and throw away the key.
She’s all mine.