I Don’t Play With Their Hearts. They Come To Me

“Don’t touch me. Your hands are dirty,” she said, pointing her finger at me. “But you can touch me?” I asked and chuckled, referring to the last time we were in the comfort room and she held my wrist. “You were in the comfort room at that time. So, I knew you had just washed your hands.” “I always use alcohol.” I wanted to massage my temples from the stress she was giving me just by having a conversation with her, but I didn’t want her to misunderstand. It wasn’t that obvious, but I’m still thankful for the authority she gave me. Somehow, my life is peaceful because of it, and no one is bothering me. All they can give me right now are their deadly gazes. I don’t know why she’s so disgusted with me. Is there another reason why? “Alcohol will never be enough to clean the dirty life that you have, Sapphire.” That’s the last thing I heard from her before she left. Hell, she will always be a bitch. I know why she suddenly gave me protection. She didn’t want me to be distracted when I took c