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"You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself." - Margaret Atwood
I don't know what to think about Violet's relationship with Levi.
I'd rather not have to think about it but I can't help but feel uncomfortable.
I can picture them stumbling into a bedroom, his arms wrapped around her's and she's giggling against his mouth. ---He could have been on her body and inside of her. I shook the thoughts from my mind; I didn't want to go there.
----I'm sure she's a nice girl, but boy did I want to rip her hair out.
I felt a little jealous that she was spending time with him for the past few months when I should have. My heart hurt thinking of the time I lost with him.
"You're back," Violet cocked an annoyed eyebrow. I just had walked into the main hallway to find her holding a brown bag. "Why?" she asked dryly. Her sarcasm was not covering up the annoyed look that I knew was festering underneath.
I was getting to her.
Good!
"Levi and I got things to do." I didn't want to give her specifics of why I was here, in case Levi sparred her from the details.
Her lips curled back. "I see."
"What's that?" I pointed to the brown bag in her hands. She probably has stolen property hidden in it.
I was starting to get curious as to what she does while not at the warehouse.
She's often gone for long periods of time.
Yes, I was that paranoid, ex-girlfriend.
I don't trust her.
He shouldn't either.
"A bottle of Vodka." Violet could afford buying a bottle of Vodka yet she can't afford to live somewhere else? ---That sounds fairly suspicious, right?
Leave already, woman!
Be gone!
I'll take over from here.
"Celebrating somethin'?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, actually we are." It's kind of Levi and I's anniversary."
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Gone Too Soon (Police Officer/Delinquent Relationship) BOOK 2
RomanceM for manipulative(50 % less) A for attitude (still 100%) I for impulsive (50 % less) S for sarcastic (still 100%) I for irresistible (still 100%) E for emotionally unavailable(increasing as we speak) Not too long ago I was alone. Beatened, and ba...