Aaron Giovanni;
"I won't just sit back and watch that poor, pathetic thing use you. I'll expose her. Just wait and see."
My mother's voice kept echoing in my head, looping like a broken record.
Expose her for what, exactly?
Agreeing to be my fake girlfriend?
Spoiler alert: I orchestrated the whole thing.
I was drained—body and mind. I had stayed late at the gym, pounding the dummy until my arms ached and my legs could barely hold me up. Sweat clung to my skin, trickling down my face like tiny battle scars from the war I just fought with the punching bag.
I was the last one to leave.
The gym's private bathroom was a blessing. I stepped into the shower, letting the water pour over me, trying to rinse off more than just the sweat. I took a few long, deep breaths, hoping to wash away the image of Mother's smug face... and Rachel, her golden child, who seemed carved straight out of a luxury magazine.
Scoff.
