Michael's POV
A complete bastard.
That described me perfectly after what I had done to Allyson.
I had screwed everything up.
Monumentally.
The realization hit me the instant I abandoned her at that villa.
The second I walked away, convincing myself it was the right choice. That disappearing without explanation would somehow make things simpler.
I fooled myself into believing that distance might help me forget her.
What a damn lie that turned out to be.
Because every heartbeat, every breath, every waking moment since my departure, she haunted me completely.
When I shut my eyes, she was there. Burned into my consciousness like a scar that refused to heal.
Her breathless whispers replayed endlessly, the way she had pleaded with me to claim her, how her entire body had shaken under my control, surrendering everything to me.
I let out a frustrated growl, dragging my palm across my face, desperate to banish these images.
It was pointless.
