(Beckett)
I think I officially f*****g hate Travis Storm. Before it was a loathing type of hate. And I knew it was mutual. He didn't like me just as much as I didn't like him. But seeing the way he is glaring at Elodie is pushing this hatred to a whole new level.
Watching every judgmental thought cross those cold eyes made my hands ball into a fist. The urge to lunge at him from across the room was almost too strong to fight.
He wasn't just watching her either. He was watching me too. Seeing how I behaved around her.
I knew I needed to play this right. That I couldn't be too attached to her. But f**k was it the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I gave myself too much credit. Thinking this would be easy.
Damn was I wrong. So f*****g wrong.
Especially when the guests began
