Chapter 38

JOANNE

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I was quite frozen for a while, both my hands in the air and my eyes almost budging out, thanks to the man lying against half of my body. His hands were firmly wrapped around my waists, like he owned them.

I knew he was drunk, but that didn’t leave room to stupidly not realise the woman he was holding is Joanne and no one else.

Slowly, I brought my hanging hands down, and not knowing where to drop them, I let one fall on the back of Hardy’s head and the other one to his sides.

He was stricken quiet, and I was a bit nervous.

This was another new side of him I hadn’t seen.

A side he would never intend to show me, because I am nothing to him.

Maybe being drunk once in a while is a good thing.

I didn’t know what came over me when I started to stroke the back of his head, letting his thick black hair sweep the passings of my fingers.

Immediately I realised it was Hardy I was touching. I pulled my hand to myself and gritted my teeth in horror, imagining the many things he might do