Chapter 86: Why the hell not?!

Aniston's POV

I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze until he was red in the face and struggling for just a breath of fresh air. I wanted it so badly that I imagined myself doing it.

What about me makes douchebags like Nick and Ari attractive to me?!

Am I like a walking dipship antenna or magnet? I mean, come on!

First, it was the asshole Nicholas Ray Morgan and then the high and mighty dickwad Ari Thunderbolt Black.

I mean look at him…with his smug smile and his chiseled jaw and puffed up chest, that he was basically perfect doesn't mean he wasn't Satan's younger brother.

I turned and latched my gaze on him. I didn't bother blinking at all.

I was going to tell him to go to hell but when I opened my mouth, what came out was …

"You ignored me this morning Ari. Last night you told me you loved me and today, you humiliated me. I thought you were different"

Great…way to go, Aniston. Be the feely touchy emotion walking bell you've always been. Tell him how you feel and hol