He hated you. He thought of you constantly, ways to get rid of you, but he never followed through even though he was fully capable..

You were the perfect man. Attractive, smart, rich. More than him. You were good at what you did. People loved you. His admiration for you was unmeasurable, but so was his hatred.. But he had to act like everything was okay. He stared at you from across the room, analyzing everything you did. He had to act like he didn’t want you. He couldn’t want you. Not here.