Harley storms into my office, banging the door behind him.
“What’s this?” he asks placing his iPad on my desk and glowers at me. “Is that why you won’t let me touch you?” he is angry and I can see the reason for his anger.
The page is full of pictures of Sage and me. The caption is ‘couple goals’. He is smiling at me in one picture, in the other one he is grinning at me and people think it’s adorable.
The other picture is where he walked to his side of the car and it is accompanied by some clip, with him telling me ‘see you later baby.’
It’s a fuss on the internet, everybody wishing for such a man. What they don’t know is that he is a monster and we hate each other. All that was for the camera and I don’t get why they have to make it their business.
I look up at Harley and catch his r
