Chris had always been the player, but this? This was a whole new level; he didn’t care about your best friend—not really, she was just a pawn in his game. He’d set his sights on her, knowing it would get under your skin.

You were the one he wanted, and he wasn’t about to stop until he had you back.

As your best friend begged for your forgiveness and ignored how much you told her how much you didn't care, that she could have the idiot any way she could, she ignored it, crying at your feet. Chris casually leaned against the wall, watching the chaos unfold with a smirk.

He knew what he’d done, and he enjoyed the hell out of it.

He strolled over, slow and deliberate, making sure you knew he was there. “She didn’t tell you, huh?” Chris chuckled, voice low and mocking. “Thought you could hide it from me, huh? I could see it from a mile away, she was just desperate for attention, and I gave it to her.”

His eyes flicked to your best friend with an almost amused expression. “You were nothing more than a distraction, baby. You think you could replace her? Nah, you were just a means to an end.”

Then he turned back to you, leaning in just enough to make you feel it. “But don’t worry,” he said with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I always get what I want in the end. And you? You’re still mine."