Brightly Burning Bridges by Ivy Wild EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Ivy Wild
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PEOPLE ARE THE WORST. THEY MAY SEEM DECENT AT FIRST, BUT SCRATCH THE
surface and you’ll inevitably find all the ugliness that they try to keep hidden
from the world. Some people don’t even try all that hard to hide it. Get them
talking and they’ll willingly drown you in their offensively ignorant opinions
on the simplest of subjects.
And this is precisely why I don’t do relationships.
Not with people, at least.
Business relationships, fine. They’re simpler. The only thing at stake is
usually money. And money boils down to a simple equation: how much are
you willing to risk for how much you might gain.
But people? Fuck no.
You can’t just dissolve a partnership when it comes to people. There are
always emotions. Tears. Yelling. Crying.
Fuck that shit.
People are bad but their drama is even worse. Well, that is unless you’re
the one calling the shots. Getting caught up in someone else’s drama is shitty,
but being the one to cause it from the sidelines? Well, that kind of control has
its own special type of thrill to it.
A thrill I love.
I looked across the intersection and then to the street sign next to me. I’d
been so lost in my own thoughts, I hadn’t even realized I’d walked my ass all
the way up to the Northwest section of the city. I fucking hated the Northwest
section of Washington D.C.
I looked left and then right in hopes of hailing a cab before looking across
the street. An old diner called the Friendly Pancake was the only thing
lighting up this lonely stretch of high society real estate. How this place
managed to stay open in this neighborhood was beyond me. It did not fit the
vibe at all. It was far too plebeian for an area like Northwest.
A cab pulled up in response to my upraised arm, but just as I was about to
climb in, a flash of silver hair caught my eye and I froze.
“Come on, Sir. You in or out?” the cabbie shouted at me.
“Fucking all in,” I replied before slamming the door and making my way
across the street. The driver cussed me out as he pulled away but I didn’t give
a damn. I’d only seen it from a distance, but there was no mistaking that flash
of silver hair. No woman I’d ever met had hair like hers. And I’d met a lot of
I pulled the door open and the overwhelming scent of syrup hit me. The
smell was mildly nauseating and I wondered how it was that people enjoyed
coming to places like this.
Oh that’s right. Because people are dumb.
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