CHAPTER EIGHT
VIOLA
I’m happy that Travis isn’t home after I return from tutoring. I thought it’d be better if I asked everyone to meet me at the library instead of being in a house with a crazy n***d man. I could’ve given back his clothes, but that’s too easy. Me and easy won’t ever go in the same sentence, so I drove to the library with a s**t-eating grin knowing all his clothes, sheets, and pillowcases were in my trunk.
When I returned, Travis was gone, and I felt like I could breathe again. Earlier, he had taken my breath away, and my body betrayed me once again. If I weren’t a Fisher and he weren’t asshole King, maybe things could be different, but they can’t and won’t, especially with our past.
As I cozy up on the couch, hoping for a quiet night full of romance books and alpha ma
