Chapter 73

“London, I told you to give Santagato a wide berth.” Alexi snarls it at me quietly as he comes up behind me at the bar, and I sink in deflation and ignore him hovering right at my back as best I can. He’s been on my arse for everything tonight while swanning around with his new skirt and some other girls from the floor like a horny teenager. If he’s making a show of not favouring me, then it’s effective. Killing what’s left of my self-respect and any inklings my heart might have had to keep on beating for him.

I had to endure him being ground on, kissed, felt up, and had a pair of naked tits thrust in his face when one of the girls gave him a lap dance. It’s some new kind of torture, yet I managed to look utterly unaffected on the outside while my soul committed suicide.

I feel like I exist in an alternate reality and no longer feel like I am here or real anymore. Every moment has become a constant mass of feeling like shit, and I’m on the verge of curling up to cry. I t