Please if you add this book to your reading list please make sure the you read "In Love With Best Friend Brother" this book is the continuation.
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When a fire ignites between two people, it's almost impossible to put out...
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Copter's Journal
After a long stressful day all I wanted was to take a shower and try not to think of anything that has to do with Bas, but that's not working. I had pulled out of the interview, I had called my lawyer to pull it out. I know that you might think I'm cruel. But after seeing Bas kissing that bloody son of a fuck face of the photographer. It made my blood boil and here I was trying to get him back. I finished my shower grabbing a towel and looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I looked at myself and I don't recognize myself any more. I finished drying and grabbed my black dress robe. My hair is still wet. I heard my doorbell, when I opened the door to my surprise I saw the person that I least expected to see.
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I was lost seeing him almost half naked, in that red see thru shirt.
"Bas…" I said in a surprised voice.
He just lunged at me. "You were just playing with me the whole time, making me pay some depth you think I owe you. How could you be so cruel to someone you used to love?" Without saying anything I backed away from the door, my gaze unwavering, I stepped inside my apartment, continuing his verbal assault on me. "You're a-controlling monster!"
"I can call names too, you know," I said coolly, not wasting the opportunity. "You're weak," I seethed. "A weak, pathetic liar." It seems that the words made him snap and I slapped me hard on the cheek, feeling my cheek sting from the assault.
I wanted to rail him up and hurt him. I wanted a reaction from him, something that can say to me that he also hurt me. By the way he looked at me like something came alive in him.
My eyes became dark and sinister as I closed in on him, after he slapped me. He took a step back, I can see him shivers. I wanted him to feel scared.
I don't know what possessed me to grab his arms and push him hard against the wall so hard that the silver and black painting-that hung-crashed to the floor, and glass broke into pieces.
"You're hurting me," he uttered, I wanted for him to feel some of the pain that I was feeling.
I didn't let go, "I saw him kiss you, more than once," I whispered intensively into his ear, my hips barely brushing against his skin. Then I met his eyes with a desperation to have him and ravish him. It had been too long since I had been with him.
