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Vuk Markovic was Jordan’s old college roommate and best man. I didn’t know him well, but our previous interactions hadn’t been the warmest. In fact, I was pretty sure he despised me.
But the little girl was wrong. They weren’t gross; they were simply a part of him. Some people had freckles and moles; he had scars.
Vuk tossed his duffel onto the cot and sat. The frame bowed with an ominous creak. And, before either of us had time to register what that forebode, the cot promptly collapsed.
I knew all this already. I’d watched every interview and read every article she’d ever been mentioned in.
Because they were getting married. Because I saw her first. Because she was his when she should be mine.
My pulse fluttered at the words scratched in bold black. I don’t hate you. But I wish I did.
If you were my fiancée, I wouldn’t look at another woman. Entertainment or not.
Karma was a bitch with different faces. Sometimes it was an attempted assassination; other times, it was a fucking laser tag night with my friend, his fiancée who I was secretly obsessed with, and a model who clung to me like a barnacle. Oh, and a bunch of drunken people I didn’t care about.
“Kada te konačno budem poljubio, nećeš više nositi njegov prsten na ruci.”
“Do you taste that, srce moje?” Vuk’s eyes burned into mine. “That’s the taste of your need for me. Not anyone else. Me.” He pushed his fingers deeper. I choked, my eyes welling with tears. “You’re mine, Ayana. I teško onom koji pokuša da mi te uzme.”
“There’s one thing you should know about me, Ayana,” he said, his breath grazing my ear. “I. Don’t. Share.”
She was a splash of color in my world of gray, and before I knew it, I was ensnared. There was no way out. Then Jordan told me about their engagement, and I’d been slowly dying since.
The least worst option. My blood bubbled. She deserved to be the best option. In fact, there were no other options; there was only her.
