𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎❀

𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎|
(n.) the act of falling in love with the wrong person

"I think if we can talk to him, we can get him on our side. This might be a problem though considering he doesn't like me, do you think you could pull some strings and talk to him?"

It was getting harder and harder to focus the more I kept looking at her. Micah was talking, but I wasn't listening. I was too focused on the beautiful vixen talking to my secretary.

"Caziel, are you even listening?" He gave me an annoyed look, one that I would love to punch off of his face.

"What? Yeah," I gave him a nod and presumed my staring at his girlfriend. Dark brown skin that glistened perfectly against the light, long black curls that bounced off her shoulders, and long legs that I could imagine on my shoulders.

The beauty caught me staring and locked eyes with me, those same eyes I had seen a few days ago rolling back into her head. Her eyes focused on something next to me, and that pink mouth of hers curled up into a smile. Those same plump pink lips that had once been moaning my name as I stuffed her full of my fingers.

That same mouth that I could just imagine wrapping around my dick-

"Caziel! I asked you a question," Micah snapped. No literally, the fucker stuck his clammy hands in my face and snapped at me.

I blinked a few times and saw that the gorgeous girl was not where she once was, but instead right in front of me. "I asked if you were attending the wedding?" He smiled.

I gave a look of clear confusion, "what wedding?"

He put his hand on her back and annoyed me again, "ours of course." My eyes immediately darted to hers, which were steering clear of me.

I gritted my teeth, she was avoiding me. Don't avoid me. I'll get you back from him, it will be fine and I'll get you back.