I'M such a selfish, self-centered, and stupid prick. A loser too. Why did I fight Iris about her wanting us to do private gym sessions when I know damn well I'm a fucking celebrity on the rise now?
She was on edge when we went in public. She tried to hide her face. She tried to make me keep my cool in front of those persistent ladies. She looked out for me and tried to make me keep the image I had to maintain for the upcoming magazine issue.
And what did I do in return?
Give her fucking nightmares that's what! I made her work twice the amount she does at work, triple on the stress because she had to handle my sulking and the prying predatory eyes of mine and Bellas shippers.
Wherever the fuck they came from.
I'm so angry and myself, and at Bella. All this wouldn't be happening if she had just kept her end of our deal—no hard feelings if the other party involved finds a partner they want to share their future with.
