MY ENEMY LOVER

the car. The house was everything my house wasn't. It w

fled a yawn, dragging my small suitcase with me, feeling almost sorry for myself because I had just a few

ot in my room," he stated, drawi

e rain outside. "Not again," I thought, the w

ed again, stepping clo

l better than what I was used to. The bed called to me, and as soon as I fell onto it, my mind drifted to

sigh, I let s

**

n the polished floor as I opened my eyes. I blinke

s something unsettling about the person looking back at me-someone I barely recog

cup. Roland sat at the table, biting into a piece of toast. I appro

" I asked frustrated, my s

tered, "Good morning to you

rembling slightly, as I gathered the ingredien

ted to go to work. My hands itched to work, but I didn't

his anger simmered just beneath

was paid for, my brother's court case handle

ble. U

, only to have him demand I start over, claiming I'd done it wrong. It was like tryin

fashion house might bring-if this was how he

I was curled up on the couch, engrossed in "The Hu

nced, leaving no room for argument. "It's

d. I had planned to visit my grandmother, who was

ation late," he

**

ate royal look. I wasn't about to embarrass Roland or myself in front of his high-society

yes lingering a moment longer than usual. He was dressed in a bla

an amateur designer trying to make it big," making s

not because he wanted me there, but t

e other guests made me feel small and worthless-cou

is people. He didn't bother to ask

in my makeup. After a deep breath, I stepped out and bumped into so

rry," I apolog

blue eyes that felt like the ocean. His blonde hair fell just slightly over his f

acefully as I could ma

return. My phone buzzed-it was Roland. Excusing myself, I

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ewing to avoid the suffocating lonelines

presence looming over me, a constant reminder o

how long I could endure this. How long u

ack to work. My joy was boundless-I couldn't wai