"If it was all just drunken nonsense, then let's forget it ever happened," Clarisse said sharply, her voice clipped and cold. "I'm going to be late. Excuse me."
Holding Josie tightly in her arms, she stepped around Jonathan and walked off briskly.
Whether it had been the truth or a lie, she didn't care anymore. She had no intention of getting entangled with him again. If she did… the only one who would end up hurt was herself.
She wasn't that naïve little fool anymore—
She wouldn't trip over the same stone twice.
She wouldn't let the same man break her heart again.
Behind her, Jonathan stood frozen in place, a deep sense of frustration crashing over him.
Last night, after seeing her kiss Wooden Drucker, he had driven straight to a bar in a rage, dragging Louis along with him. One drink became three, and the bitterness in his heart only grew stronger. That damn scene kept replaying in his mind over and over.
And with each drink, his regret cut deeper.
