Chapter 37

Cassandra

My eyes keep shifting between my boyfriend and the ginger-haired woman standing in his apartment.

A beautiful, skinny, half-naked, ginger-haired woman.

Her full breasts fill the white laced bra she is sporting and those sweatpants ride low on her hips. Those dark, worn sweatpants that I would recognize anywhere, hang from her skinny waist. They are the same sweatpants Drew has worn on several occasions during nights I have stayed here with him. Sweatpants that I never wore. I never wore any of his clothes.

My breath catches and I shoot Drew a flat look. My insides rip at the seams and I swallow the enormous lump that has formed in my throat.

"Drew, what is this? Who is she?" I ask, my voice is barely audible.

"No one. She is no one to me, babe. I swear." He shakes his head frantically, his blue eyes tearing up. Panic is laced in his tone.

"Did you-" I begin but the words are too painful to ask. My jaw cl