Harper Ray

Relapse Harper Ray

Chase,



I f*cking loathe you.



Nah, that's putting it mildly. I hate your very existence. I hate that your emerald eyes draw me and every other clueless girl in. I hate that when your lips quirk into that devilishly sexy smile, my heart skips a beat.



Most of all? I hate that you want me. Because the truth is, I'm not good enough for you.



I lie.



I steal.



And I break anyone who dares to get close.



So the question is, why do you?



And more importantly, why do I keep coming back for more?



Sincerely,
Addy



P. S. F*ck off.