I pushed open the door to my room, and as I walked in, I struggled with my shoes halfway through the room until they finally freed my soft feet.
I sank into the bed. The softness of it was the only thing preventing me from hunting down the sharpest knife I could find.
Don't. Miss. Me. Too. Much?
I bit my lips to prevent myself from crying out in frustration. Liam is even more annoying than my younger brother, Dylan who did things I asked him not to just to annoy me.
At least Dylan was scoldable. Liam was a grown-ass arrogant, smug man who didn't care about the impact his words had on people. He's a waste of physical perfection. One look at him will sway you off your feet, but when he speaks to you, you'll be torn into pieces. His words were as sharp as a Damascus sword.
It wasn't surprising though. After all, he's a fucking billionaire.