Chapter 18
Blake
God f*****g damnit.
I stood inside the glass doors, watching Wren talk to one of the valet attendants. The guy held her shoulders, and I seethed over the fact she would allow an absolute stranger to offer her comfort as she cried.
Running my hands through my hair, I stared after her. My feet stuck unmoving when I wanted to rush out there and demand she listen to my side of the story before judging me yet again.
She’d thoroughly flipped out as though I’d betrayed her in some way, and I’d never felt so shitty, so…dirty.
A jagged knife twisted in my chest, serrated edges ripping at flesh and bone. Agony ate at the wound, leaving me with a sense of hopelessness I couldn’t handle.
Blake Harper, rich pretty boy, playboy bachelor who grew up with a silver spoon in his mout
