Messy. Crazy. Wildly dysfunctional.
I'm an idiot.
I'm too stupid to be human. Too stupid to live.
I lack common sense.
I used to be a normal human being. Until the guy in the red hoodie. Just a glance, and I was owned. Enslaved.
What's worst? He didn't even notice me.
Yep. You guessed right: I'm delusional. I'm obsessed. I'm a stalker. A martyr. A masochist.
I've allowed my obsession to lead me down into a deep, dark pit, selfishly hurting everyone around me, and only his requited love can pull me out of it.
But I won't apologize for it. I won't apologize for being in love with Jahleel Kingston.
I've loved him at first sight. I've loved him for five empty years. I've loved him through all his bullcrap and asshole-isms.
I love him even now.
My name is Saskia Day. I'm British. I'm famous. I'm stinking rich. And this is my pathetic story.
Read at your own bloody risk.
*NOTE: This book was previously titled JAHLEEL.*
