Chapter Eight
When I get back to the apartment, I feel exhausted and sore. My head is pounding. Part of me wants to vomit. Part of me is furious with what I feel this moment with Bennett. I am dwelling on his smirk and how easily he tossed me aside. Had he pretended he was going to kiss me because of the memories of the guest house?
Most of all I am furious at myself. Why did I want him to kiss me? Why was I so quick to fall under the sway of him? He is nothing but a billionaire daddy’s boy. I am different than him. Whatever I felt there, it is because I am feeling sick and was thrown off by his kindness towards me. That is all.
The apartment is quiet. I realize that I am going to have to talk to Emily about Adam and what I saw. I am dreading it. Emily has always walked on eggshells aro
