Sasha

Kirk was staring at me with wide startled eyes. I swallowed past the large lump that formed in my throat. Pain from the past poured through my heart as I remembered him coming at me with those vicious hate-glazed eyes. I was trying to move, to do something, but I was glued to the spot.

“Sasha?” he asked, like he didn’t recognise me, the fucker.

Dexter began to shift next to me and his eyes took in Kirk. My ex-boyfriend had short brown hair and he was wearing a suit. He looked sophisticated and it seemed that after a year, life was treating him pretty well. This wasn’t fair...