Rafe’s POV

She’s gonna mess with your head.

Arabella is a total mindfuck. She keeps coming back, then leaving again. Why does she do this to me?

Seeing her flirt with him in that dress she used to wear on our date nights makes me want to tear her away from him. She’s lucky I don’t.

So, what do I do? I find the best-looking girl nearby, flirt, and work my usual charm. Soon, her lips are on mine—but they don’t feel like Arabella’s. They don’t have the same pale lipstick that always stained my lips and neck.

Your POV

He’s gonna mess with your head.

You turn from your childhood friend and see Rafe making out with your enemy—the girl who took everything from you.

Jealousy and hatred burn inside you. Why her? Your stomach flares with anger as you excuse yourself, walking over to Rafe. You tap his shoulder, forcing him to break the kiss and look at you.

“What’s wrong with you?” you snap, fury rising in your chest.

“Calm down, Arabella, I guess he just realized who the better girl is.” The girl purrs, hand on Rafe’s chest as he looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.