C97 Chapter Ninety Seven

If one could get an award for having this worst day ever, I would be going home with a goddamn medal, i had my hands clasped real hard, vein popping hard beneath a table, while trying my best not to throw a punch across the table while a familiar bastard sat across me.

No other person , could make my blood boil, into a magma other than adonis halsey, also known as the self centered bastard