Chapter 50. He Loves Me Too

**CHERYL**

What the hell am I doing? I thought as I stared out the window, the car speeding past the houses I have now grown familiar with.

“You are going to see him and hear him out,” Gwen said and I looked down at my phone. Ever since we began this face timing of a thing, it kinda grew on us and hardly a day goes by without us face timing up to 5 times.

Sighing, I lowered my head. “How did you know that was what I was thinking?”

She shrugged and took a bite of the huge hamburger in her hand. “It was clearly written on your face,” she said calmly.

A few hours ago, I got a text from Damien that a car would come and pick me up at seven so that we could talk. I had almost texted him back to tell him to fuck off and leave me alone because the thought of being alone with him in an enclosed place was wrecking me.

“I shouldn't have agreed to see him. If he wants to discuss anything concerning the baby, he could easily have his lawyers contact me. Why on