DEMISE

Chapter 21

Whoever said there's no such thing as just fucking a woman and not catching feelings needs to have his head examined.

I take a sip of the scotch in my hand and wince as it burns a path down my throat. As I throw back the second refill, I grudgingly realize that person just might be correct.

I know hazel eyes no longer works for Harry's cargo and she's starting nursing school the following week. That means whatever shit I have with her should have closed down the moment I heard. Instead, I made a deal with Mr. Harry that as long as I keep sending in goods through him, he should keep paying her, and double of what she was earning.

That wasn't all.

When I got a text from her asking if I'd sent her flowers, I felt something inch it's way across my chest, tightening it, constricting it. I shouldn't have gone to see her, hell, seeing her that day wasn't even on my mind.

But what did I do?

I got into the car and drove, like a mad man, to her doorstep, asking the first thing