JUNE

It took less than ten minutes for Kristen to march to my room. He knocked thrice on the door and let himself in without waiting for my permission. Seems that he's aware I won't even do that.

He's dressed in the same clothes he wore yesterday, which means he either slept in that whore's house or went to a bar…

Well, that's not my problem. I don't care what he does with his life.

“June,” he called as he took a step towards me, only to pause when I narrowed my ...