Chapter 8


I stood by the side, watching as Lola looked around the piece of art sitting diligently on the wall, throwing questions to the curator who by the smile on her face is more than glad to answer.

My breathe hitched slightly when she looked at me, a smile tugged on her lips before she looked away.

I’m whipped, aren’t I?

It’s been like this for years, for so long and god knows it’s been torture keeping my feelings together. Liam would always ask me to confess my feelings to her but how? She hates me and I don’t know why. Okay. Maybe I do know why. In an attempt to cover up my feelings for her, I’ve been nothing but a douche bag and I know it. How else was I supposed to control my feelings around her? My b

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