Chapters (63)
- Something Like Hate
- Also By Claudia Burgoa
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Miller
- Claire
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- Epilogue
- Dear Reader
- Excerpts
- Finding My Reason
- Someday, Somehow
- Want More…
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also By Claudia Burgoa
But that’s in the past. There won't be any issues. I assured Shelby, and I keep telling myself the same thing every day since I decided to relocate to Denver.
It's over. I’ve moved on. Kind of...
What happened between us was just a crazy weekend and it ended long ago. I shouldn’t even say we had a thing. It was nothing. Really, I’m not worried. Everything will be okay.
Fine, I might be lying. I'm worried about what would happen if I see him because, honestly, a part of me has been planning his murder for a long time. Paying a hitman isn’t an option since I don’t want any witnesses. Getting rid of the body might be a lot of work.
The biggest issue with my plan is that killing another person is—technically—illegal.
Fortunately, I have a nice Plan B that might be as fulfilling as seeing him die. Which is why I’ll enjoy watching his company crumble from underneath me.
Maybe that's harsh, but it's what he deserves. I haven’t been able to have a relationship since him. It’s like my heart might be back together, but I just can’t get past the first or second date.
What I’m going to accomplish, in the next few years, is going to take a delicate balance of destroying the enemy while I don’t fuck up the biggest opportunity of my life.
Danielle: All done, your apartment is set up. Some of your boxes are already here. Your neighbor is HAF.
Claire: Haf?
Danielle: Hot as fuck. I call dibs. I’m heading home, call me if you need me.
Claire: The equipment will be here tomorrow at nine. I need you here at seven.
Danielle: Tea in hand, boss.
Claire: You can have my neighbor as long as I can have Chris Hemsworth and Ryan Reynolds.
Danielle: Sorry, they’re married.
Claire: Then my neighbor is off-limits. Let’s exchange notes about him tomorrow. Maybe we can watch him work out at the gym. :wink emoji:
I walk through the floor one last time before I head home. This is perfect, let’s hope nothing goes wrong.
Twenty-Nine
Claire
My office is only a couple of blocks away from the apartment building where I’m going to live for the next year. After the lease is over, I’ll decide if I want to buy a property in the area or closer to my parents.
As I approach the place, I’m gaping at the view. I regret having my bags with me. The building is so beautiful. Glass, steel, and a modern aesthetic that copies the architecture of places like Singapore and Saudi Arabia. I can’t wait to see the view from my apartment. I bet the pictures on the website are nothing compared to the real thing.