Chapter 2

Sitting on the box, I took a sip of my own drink. “What do you like about Rachel?” I asked.

David drained his bottle, then set it down with a thoughtful look. “She’s kind and bright.”

I nearly choked on my drink. Rachel Lewis and “kind and bright”? How blind could this man be? She was vicious, manipulative, dark, and ruthless.

“Seriously?” I laughed, but when he looked up at me, his dark, slightly drunk eyes carried a kind of deep, dangerous allure.

“She’s good to me,” he said quietly.

“Wow, you’ve really got an eye for quality,” I muttered sarcastically as I headed to the balcony. On cue, I called Rachel with a tone of urgency. “Hey, can you come back to the apartment? Something urgent came up.”

I returned to the living room to find David passed out on the couch, just as I’d planned.

For a moment, guilt washed over me. David was a good guy. He didn’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire of my revenge. But then I thought of all the evil Rachel had done to me, and my resolve hardened.

“David, this isn’t to hurt you. I’m saving you,” I whispered before stripping him of his clothes and positioning him on the couch.

“I hope we put on a good show,” I said, then destroyed the evidence by wiping down the bottles and tearing my own clothes. I even bruised myself, slapping my face until it swelled.

Then, I texted Rachel: “Rachel, hurry back. David’s gone crazy!”

My phone buzzed with her frantic calls, but I smashed it into pieces.