Chapter 105

“Sophie?” Arrick’s voice comes up behind me, and his arms slide around my waist. I try to push him off, but he doesn’t let me, he turns me instead, and I turn my face away impulsively. I don’t want him to touch me or look at me. Still majorly upset and pissed at him, and the last thing I want is for him to give me shit over my jealousy. I feel like I can never believe anything he ever tells me again. I spent an hour on my cell with Christian in a drunken mess, sobbing down the phone while he calmed my hysterics, and he only agreed with me on every front.

Arrick is the fucking dick head in this.

“You’re drunk, and I’m taking you home.” His tone has completely changed, but he’s still blatantly pissed. He is manhandling me out of a duty of care, but he has no real affection in how he’s pulling me. It feels like those nights he showed up out of obligation to rescue me, and I shove him away. Abhorring the touch that is not doing anything for me right now. “Stop acting like th