Chapter 68

Driving the few blocks to Arrick’s apartment, we are equally silent, both lost in our heads. His occasional glances my way don’t go unnoticed, but I have no clue how to feel, and I’m dreading the moment we walk into his home and come face to face with the girl who has shared his bed for almost two years. Everything is a mess. I should have stayed miles away from him as planned, but somehow that tiny flicker of hope inside me is destroying all my willpower.

Natasha comes out of the nearby bedroom as we enter Arrick’s penthouse apartment. Her little brown curled head and slight frame make her look like a little lost puppy dog, and it’s clear by her makeup-free face that she’s been crying at some point. Natasha is never without her makeup; seeing her now, I see she is a lot plainer looking than I ever realized. She has that next-door girl quality and looks a lot better when made up. It feels odd to see her like this like I am seeing the girl beyond the outer shell for a moment.