Chapter 118

Chase’s POV

I’d been an insomniac for most of my life, but that night is one I’d remember so well.

Cause it wasn’t the regular fear of nightmares that kept me awake, and jutted me back to reality when I dozed off, it was the memory of how my perfect date had gone down.

I was gonna give the clothes to charity, cause there was no way I could ever put them on again.

Emma had totally embarrassed me, worse still, I got no apology.

I took my time changing out of my clothes, even taking a shower to wash the scents of all the colognes and deodorants, in false hopes of being able to sleep better, but it wasn’t working.

“Fucking get off my wrist!” I screamed in frustration as I tore the Cuban off my hand.

Her bags of clothes and shoes and many other things peeking out of them were still very much littering the room.

I got out of the bathroom, to see that she’d started organizing stuff and arranging.

I had to go past her if I wanted