Chapter 8

He stalked back to his bedroom from the en suite and sat down on the bed, his hand automatically swiping his phone out before his brain connected the dots. He wanted to talk to her, despite only just leaving her, he needed to reach out. Maybe if he did, this feeling would shift, and he could return to enjoying time at home. Go back to trying to accept that this was never going to happen and get his life back. He hated how little control he had anymore, how much she had changed him, and how much he had let her.

He didn’t even drink or party as much anymore. Each time he got drunk, he would call her with some lame-ass excuse for drunkenly waking her at stupid o’clock. Even before he knew what was happening to him, his drunk self had always wanted to speak to her at the most inappropriate times. He had calmed down so much of his lifestyle just so he could be around her more, work more, and have no hangovers invading time spent around her. A part of him wanted to show her he was c