Atlas Wolfe
I’m so close to ripping something or someone into shreds as I stomp out of Keith’s office.
Fucking Keith. f*****g Suri, too.
Well… hers is a different story. Physically, my body craves to do exactly that to her, but emotional-wise, it also wants to f*****g make her pay.
My mind flashes back to that goddamn taunting look on her face. Her big round eyes staring at me. Her soft lips slightly parted open as she tried to think of what to say. And suddenly, I can’t figure out if I want to wipe or kiss the expression off of her, and it’s exactly that unsure thought lingering in my head that’s pissing me off even more.
I need to release all this frustration inside of me before I do end up causing too much damage that I might regret later on.
I’m out of the house in seconds,
