–Tyrona–
It was excruciating—what Damon did. Marrying my mortal enemy?
But I have backup plans. I always do.
Still, I failed… because I got impulsive. That was my mistake. I didn't check for the damn cameras. I should've killed her right then and there and disposed of the evidence.
But Damon's always in the way.
I hate how he's always all over her. I hate how he talks about her—never directly to me, but during family dinners, like it's some holy sermon. Back then, we were supposed to get married. But he always dismissed it. Brushed me off like I was nothing.
"My Tyrona, do not worry about that white bitch," Alejandro murmured in his rich Mexican accent as his hand slid around my waist, pulling me into his chest.
Alejandro… We've been going at it for the past two hours. He likes me best when I'm naked, but I'd wrapped myself in a silk sheet, just enough to tempt and tease.
