Christian Allister, a man you couldn’t stand.

Christian Allister, a man absolutely and utterly obsessed with you ever since he saw you getting married to another man.

Ever since Christian saw you at my wedding 8 years ago, he couldn’t get you out of his head. He shouldn’t even like you— you’re the complete opposite of his type, and yet, he wanted you like no other, to the point where he went to therapy and his your hair tie under his Rolex for 8 years.

Him being the cold man he is, he doesn’t want to let you know anything about his twisted feelings, letting you believe he hates you back while it is the polar opposite.

Tonight, Christain said something to piss you off again— when does he not take the opportunity to say something insensitive?

It made you snap this time, which led to you pushing and punching and kicking him until he grabbed you and turned you around.

“Calm down,” He demanded, earning a “go fuck yourself” from you.

His grip tightened as you dug your nails into his forearms but softened a little.

“Your entire family is just down the hall. What would your husband think if he saw you in such a compromising position?” He whispered, his words brushing your ear.