Chapter 9

Imogen

I’m so angry at him. He honestly thinks that he is some kind of gift to women. Yeah, so what? I have checked his Instagram page. I couldn’t help it. There was a stupid stage I went through when I was about fifteen when I really fancied him. Personally, I blame it on being a teenager and growing up.

Even though he constantly took the piss out of me and was always banging on about me reading or having my head in a book and being a goodie-two shoes, I still fancied him. Who wouldn’t with his gorgeous electric blue eyes and that hair that falls ridiculously into his face. His jaw line has always been chiseled and those cheek bones would make a model jealous. Then there are those fat, plump lips. They would drive me insane. Every time he’d be saying something shitty to me, all I could do was watch them and wonder what it’d be like if he kissed me. Of course, Cody was way too busy being a jerk to me and kissing other girls.

That man has always been a serial dater. He’s a fucking man-