You Want Him, I Have Him.

ARIANA’S POV

What the fuck was she doing here?

My grip on the champagne glass tightened. Every conversation faded into a dull echo as she glided into the room like a serpent in silk. And not just any silk—my silk. That red dress. My red dress.

My eyes raked her up and down, disbelieving. It wa...

Login to Unlock ChaptersPromotion