Prologue
At first youmay think this is a story about love, well, it's not. It's not at all. It could have been. It had the potential to be, but he fucked all that up. They always do…
The moment our eyes met, a storm of static electricity buzzed between us. It was violent and all-consuming, sucking up every last ounce of oxygen like a vacuum while threatening to combust like a Molotov cocktail. Justin Wild wanted me. I wanted him. And the universe knew we belonged together. Fate. I strongly believe the notion that every moment of our lives is driven by some unseen undercurrent.
I love him to the point of hate. I’m obsessed with him so there must be a love story somewhere within the madness. And somewhere within the twisted fragments, the burning wreckage, there is a beautiful, perfect, storybook love.
You’ll see...#YoullBeHavingAGreatTime
