Chapter 32

PYKE

 

 

I stare blankly at the glass wall where I made love to Camila. My apartment is dead silent, and the only thing I can hear is my own constant sighing. It’s even difficult to breathe when my only companion is my guilt over her. One night, I sleep at the hotel since this place reminds me of her. I admit I got it fucking bad.

Camila wasn’t supposed to find it out that way, but it’s too late to blame myself for that. That bitch screwed up everything—from...