Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s The Cask of Amontillado
I endured the thousand injuries of Omari Fortune as best I could. But when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.
The good-looking businessman knew exactly what he did. And if he thought those broad shoulders and sexy lips were going to smooth things over, he was mistaken. If he thought flirting was going to change things, he was incorrect. If he thought asking me on a date was going to make things right, he was dead wrong.
But his advances gave me an idea.
They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. And when you want revenge, it’s best that your enemy doesn’t know he’s your enemy. But how close is too close?