Chapter 76

AMELIA

Somehow, I knew I should have expected it when I woke up alone in that bed.

I was spent, sore, deliciously so. I couldn't remember the last time a man made me feel…the way I did.

The memory of him inside of me now seared into my brain and a part of me was gleeful. Reminding me that I've just gotten what I've wanted for the past five years. To be with him. But have I really?

He wasn't here.

I doubted he even spent the night.

That shouldn't matter.

There were fresh clothes folded neatly at the foot of the bed.

I got down and observed my surroundings.

It was a studio apartment with one room, and quite a view behind the curtains, I realized.

We were at the top of a building.

Why did he leave?

Probably post-nut clarity or what not. He probably regretted it immediately after. Which only served to make me feel worse.

Sure what happened complicates things but…does he truly still hate me that much?

“What were you expecting? Roses?” I snorted, running my fingers