Chapter 10
Shrill laughter from the hallway yanked him from the self-preserving shithole he’d dug for himself, and he shot up from his chair. The room immediately spun, and he grabbed for his bedside table to steady himself. What the f**k had he just done?
There was no going back now. He hurt in a way he’d never experienced before, and all the women he had left in his wake haunted him. Is this what it had been like for them?
The room answered him with silence. He was all alone, and would always be alone. He’d finally found the one woman who might keep him from looking for “the something better” his dad always talked about, and he’d pushed her away.
She didn’t love him, but an i***t could see she’d felt something. Hell, he’d practically run from the rooftop just to stop her from telling
