I've been sweeping the same spot for the past twenty minutes, lost in a daze. Ever since I read that article about Sloan, I haven't been able to think about anything else.
At first, I was angry. I had to run clear across the country to get away from the bullshit he pulled me into and he replaced me the minute I left.
Then, I was sad. He made everything feel so real, so many times. I had suspected that none of it ever was, but he begged me to trust him, to believe him. To let my guard down for him. And like the biggest f*****g i***t ever, I did.
Finally, I became numb. I've always been a strong girl, so it hurt to admit that Sloan got the better of me. But what's the use in denying it any longer? I fell for an insanely hot guy who was way out of my league, with his golden hair
