I was never supposed to want to keep her.
She was meant to be borrowed.
Mine for six days and not a day longer.
She doesn't belong to me.
She belongs to someone else.
The closest person I have outside of the screaming fans and paparazzi - a constant in my new life - other than the whiskey I drown myself in to numb the pain left by someone else.
But a secluded cabin in the woods and my ex who decided she's not over me force me to go to the extreme in order to take control of my world again before I lose it completely.
Unfortunately for me, my brother's girlfriend is the only girl I haven't slept with and made fall for me, resulting in hating me in the end.
She's my only option.
Sharing a room in a cabin with me is most girls' dream come true, but for Natalie, she claims it's her worst nightmare. She thinks I'm a cocky bastard and has always been good at destroying my ego.
I never realized when I asked to borrow her for the trip, that I'd feel something I haven't felt in a long time, or that I'd like the way she pretends she doesn't enjoy being around me.
Have you ever borrowed something and didn't want to give it back?
Yeah, well, me too. And I'm starting to think she should have been mine to begin with....