Chapter 85

Hazz's POV

A week has passed since I almost broke up with Jessy Jones.

A week when I returned home, after a trip that had everything to be unforgettable, and even became, due to my heart in ruins. A week in which I ignored social networks and pretended not to see any Outdoor that stamped Jessy's face. A week when I worked at the nightclub to the point of exhaustion, without sleep, without almost eating. A week when not even the best of hobbies took me out of that end-of-day torpor.

It shouldn't hurt as much as it did. She didn't even like me. I shouldn't even like her. It had been all for sex. All flirtations, all laughter, all traumatic revelations. Everything was just for that moment of pleasure that we only got with each other. I shouldn't feel so bad knowing that I would never see her again.

That had to be a relief. The woman humiliated me in every way she could. It made me feel like less than nothing. Why would I be rummising over the fact that we weren'