Sabotage

by Shantel Tessier

I hate that about her. Hate how she parades around town with other men. Hate how she knows what to wear to turn me on, and how I can smell her in this house. It’s aggravating, to say the least. I hate this bitch with everything inside me, but even I can’t deny that I want her. That’s what makes this so much worse. That I can’t get enough of her.

They know how much I hate her, but they also know I’d kill them if they ever touched her behind my back. What can I say? I’m a complicated man.

You gotta look your best when you decide to show your crazy. Otherwise, you’re just another stupid bitch like all the rest. Any woman can allow a man to make her go insane. The point is to stand out—be remembered and feared for your toxicity—but look fuckable while you’re doing it.

I’m going to make her mine. She’ll spend the rest of her life being my slut.

If Colt wants it, he gets it. If I want it, he gives it to me. It’s just the way things go.

This is what I love about our hate relationship. We both take things too far. We don’t think. We just act. And it’s explosive.

Once my girl understands she belongs to me, she’ll never need or want another man. And I’ll kill any guy who tries.

Colton Knox will never be mine. He’ll never belong to anyone. Men like him don’t settle down, especially with a woman like me. I’m a toy—something fun to play with—and I’ve been fine with that.

I didn’t realize that she was training me while I was training her all these years. What she needs is what I need. It’s why every other woman hasn’t been able to compare to her.