I shake my head and take inThis Ryan Fuckeragain.
Shit. I wonder if his last initial is M?
Black hair, blue eyes, about an inch shorter than me. I’d say Camellia has a type.
“You must be Aaron.”This Ryan Fuckersmiles. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Funny,” I grind out. “I’ve heard absolutely FUCK ALL about you.”
“Sparky!” Camellia calls from the screen, but I can’t take this anymore.
I was lied to for twenty years. I swallowed down a lot of shit for my family. But, I’ll be damned if I would sit back and watch someone else move in on the love of my life. I refused to be a sucker again.
Ryker moves to stop me from leaving the room, but one glare from me, and he steps out of the way.
I thought it would take an act of Congress to get me to leave the hospital.
Turns out, all that was needed was a pile of lies in the shape of anasshole named Ryan.
