Another month, and Finn was a pain in my ass, without all the fun. In the previous weeks, he had done his darnedest to get my attention, because apparently, he’d never been turned down, or heard the word “no” before? What a charmed life he’d led. What with his endless bevy of admirers, perhaps that was possible, but he had many more years to go. He didn’t seem to take rejection well, and had made it his mission to get me to notice him, one way or another. How very “young” of him.
What once would have been flattering was now seriously annoying. All that hotness was simply a shell covering a narcissistic i***t. Ego and arrogance were one thing. Rio had that in spades. But Finn’s behavior crossed a line for me.
His kitchen had been repaired, as Finn told me within a week of the fire. Either
