Unwrapped by Jax Hart

He will pay.
I will make his Christmas hell and be the one waving him goodbye with my middle finger as he packs his bags and rolls out.
This roof isn’t big enough for the two of us.
Heck, neither is this town.
Or this country. Maybe the entire world.
Maybe the universe.
He packs an ego to match his size. His swagger is sexy as all hell. He smells like pine soap and new money… crisp. Sharp. Hungry.
My palms smack the tiled shower walls. Why? Why do I always want the bad ones? The ones who treat me like dirt and walk away without a second thought?
Not this time.
I won’t let it happen. If only I could find a way to get the man out of my damn head. If I don’t I’m totally scrooged.