Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Harrison stops and the corner of his mouth curls into a cold smile. "That's what you should say after using me?"
I'm so angry. He started this whole thing, and now it’s my fault.
"Fine. Let's go."
He drank a bit so he got a chauffeur. We sit in the back without saying a word. There's room for one more between us.
It isn't the car he was driving last time, and it's much fancier. I can't help but laugh at myself. For a rich guy like him, changing cars might be as frequent as dating.
His car probably cost more than my house. Abbie was right. I don't deserve him.
"What are you thinking about?" Harrison's voice breaks the silence.
I look out of the window and answer softly, "I was wondering why the prince sitting up there with me."
"I didn't know you had a sense of humor."
His casual tone deeply hurts my heart. My nose twitches and I almost weep.
Harrison seems to have sensed my depression. He turns his head and says, "You could have stopped drinking. Do you want to go to the hospital?" © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
"I'm not gonna kiss your ass like everybody else, or will I lie naked in bed for you. Since you know I'm a divorced woman, why do you still care about me?" Alcohol makes me say what I always wanted to say.
He seems to be amused. "You're not good enough to be my sex partner, but if you want, I can give you a chance."