" Sophie? Arrick s voice comes up behind me and his arms slide around my waist. I try to push him off, but he doesn t let me, he turns me instead and I turn my face away impulsively. I don t want him to touch me or look at me, still majorly upset and pissed at him and the last thing I want is him giving me s**t over my jealousy. I feel like I can never believe anything he ever tells me again. I spent an hour on my cell to Christian in a drunken mess, sobbing down the phone while he calmed my hysterics, and he only agreed with me on every front. "
Arrick is the f*****g d**k head in this.
" You re drunk and I m taking you home. His tone has completely changed, but he s still blatantly pissed; manhandling me out of a duty of care, but no real affection in how he s pulling me. It
