Chapter 52
Skye's POV
We arrived at his penthouse and he led me inside to the same couch where we had watched Netflix together while I ate his pasta and pretended I wasn't falling for him. The same couch where Julia had found us that night and everything had fallen apart.
I sat down on it and pulled his suit jacket tighter around my body because underneath it my dress was still torn from where he had ripped it apart in that bathroom twenty minutes ago‚ and I could still feel him between my thighs‚ and I hated that I could still feel him between my thighs.
Thorne walked to the bar in the corner of the room and poured two glasses of whiskey without saying a word. He brought one to me and I took it. Then he sat down in the armchair across from me. Not next to me. Not beside me on the cou
