Chapter 14
NAOMI
Saturday morning
The next morning’s no better than the night before.
My rest was sleepless, fraught with memories I’d rather forget.
After calling a driver to take me home from Sawyer’s penthouse at an hour so early it should be illegal, I spent forever lying in bed, staring at the stack of romance movies in the corner, trying to come up with a plan to get out of this no-s*x pact.
Wishing my life were more like a Julia Roberts movie instead of the horror one I’m currently in, I make awkward attempts to scrub the image of Sawyer standing there, eyes filled with fury and sadness as we faced off in his empty bedroom out of mind, and even though I’m blind as a bat in bed without my glasses on, I somehow manage to picture him perfectly the second I wake up in my slightly
