C87 Chapter 87

KRISTEN

Good riddance.

I fell into my chair. It's either Dija is crazy or delusional. I even see her bagging both qualities. What the fuck?!

I see no reason why you should unnecessarily disturb yourself over something—someone—that you know doesn't give a fuck about you.

Fuck it, I'm a man, not a dog.

You can't just spread your legs and expect me to dive in like a fucking Olympic champion