Milo
Remy.
Just his name alone made a rush of anger burn through me.
I hated him. Just like he hated me.
Oh, that smug look on his face that said he could do everything I could do better was always there.
So, if I hated him so much, then how did we end up fake boyfriends?
That was a question I constantly asked myself. Still, I went along with it.
It wasn't believable. Actually, it was downright laughable.
But the more...