The Girl He Craves

Chapter 75

75

Sophie’s pov

I feel the blood drain from my face as I read the note over and over again.

And every single time, I felt nausea crawl up my throat and feel the squeezing of my heart.

It’s painful.

Knowing he slept with her brought on pain, it hurt me so badly that I couldn’t breathe properly. I shakily closed the draw in disgust, my eyes filling up with tears.

Did he fuck her before he fucked me or after?

My heart squeezed even more as the thought hit me.

I gripped the phone harshly, my fingers trembling.

I bit into my bottom lip, nearly splitting it in the process.

This hurts.

And I know it shouldn’t.

I breathed out a shaky breath, blinking but that only re- sulted in the tears to roll down my cheeks.

My lungs burn and I shakily place the phone on the desk.

Come on Sophie. Get a grip!

He has hurt you before, you knew he was a manwhore. Nothing has changed. Why are you still making this hurt you?

I let out shaky breaths, hoping to ease my heart and stop the burning in my throat.

I was supposed to be strong when it comes to him and yet I am still the girl who gets butt hurt when Aiden does things like this.

I gripped the edge of the desk and pushed the chair back a little and buried my face in my hands.

I hate him,” I whispered, soaking my palms

tears.

for making him hurt me when he clearly didn’t have to try

feeling

she’d surely smack you across your head or yell at you

ing because inwardly I knew that

mean that I had

over crying over him, Sophie? My con- science reminded

ever a thing. You were never a thing in high

would only hurt you and keep

from him, Sophie. My conscience reminded me

Aiden would always hurt me. And I should’ve seen this coming, even if it

to me messed with my head and my heart again and I unknowingly opened my heart for him again, not knowing that it would get

is enough Sophie. You knew this would happen sooner or later. Now pull yourself together and show

you don’t care about what he does

eyes, straightening my

I got this.

nasty red lace

Ashton. Not his asshole

hair and then wiped the remaining tears that wetted

and cheeks are dry, I make sure the phone

confused voice fluttered through the other end.

can hear plates knocking on

at a bad

my throat.

steal

my eyes tightly before opening them to con- fess. “I’m at Harrington.co right

hand brutally, my throat hurt- ing when I said

did he do?” Mila rushed out in

migraine lurk behind my lids. “He uhm….”

over his shoulder and literally didn’t

tell her that part in case she got here with- in shockingly only ten minutes with cops and a baseball bat strictly for

She was that crazy.

that a good thing? You still

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