C H A S T I T Y
Year 2010
18 years old
My heart began to pound and pound heavier, and I could swear I felt it fluttering in my chest as if there was this loud drum beating and pounding every ounce of weight inside my entire system. I knew Lachlan was leaning in to kiss me and I knew it. I was not naive and I knew he leaned in. No, there was no way Chastity. NO.
“Lachlan was not really going to kiss you. Why would he?” I thought to myself.
I am not his type, after all. Myles said that. Lachlan himself said it. And I am absolutely fine with it.
Guys like Lachlan, son of a prominent and very wealthy billionaire, have an ideal woman who would be an absolute contrast to me. The typical woman that rich guys like him might possibly and ideally like would be someone who was attractive, con
