Chord. Hope A.

Jessica. I would like to erase the night with one famous musician from my memory, and this narcissistic alpha male from the face of the earth. That's just now, Tija Morgan, over and over, gives me a challenge. He longs for war... Well, then I will arrange Armageddon to him. But if I really hate Morgan so much, then why, after each of our quarrels, I find myself in his bed?

Tija. I myself determine my fate. Control is my second name. I was sure of this before meeting with one heartless bitch. Jessica Show burst into my life, like a tornado absorbing everything in its path, spinning me in a whirlwind. She is beautiful, smart and... sends me to hell. They say that from love to hatred is one step. But what if from hatred to love is also only a step, which in the end can become the main chord of our history?