The Good Wife Is Bad.
Derek was like a drug to me. I knew it was bad and dangerous but I still craved and wanted him
“Derek, stop calling me,” I told him on the other end. The constant ringing of my phone was really starting to irritate me. If I ignored his calls, he started texting and if I ignored the texts then he went back to ringing me. After three hours of playing his stupid game, I gave in and answered. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” he said. “All the time in fact.” “You can’t keep ringing me, especially at home, it...