Thirteen

CHAPTER 13

IRENE'S POV

I FELT dirty after everything, the fact that I climaxed to the memories of a man I claimed to hate was itself very complicated…

I dragged myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom brushing and flossing quickly before heading under the faucet for a warm bath.

Deep down in my soul I wished the warm water cold wash away his touch from my nerves and soul.

I ran the comb through my hair as I rang the phone downstairs telling the maid what I wanted for breakfast.

My plan for the day was easy—I was going to avoid anything to do with James.

Soon, I heard on my my door and opened to find there-

It was Seven o’clock in the morning as I sat on the couch in my room with only an oversized one as I ate a bowl of cereal while scrolling through my phone.

My phone buzzed in my hands as a message popped in. I choked on my food …Apparently James must have been intending to send it to someone else because it was deleted not even ten seconds after I had seen it.

My eyes widened