#Chapter 120: She’s Not You

Asher Ever since Cynthia had suggested we end our fake relationship, I had done my very best to forget about her. It shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was, with the way all these other girls had been throwing themselves at me since the moment my new single status went public. Yet despite the dozens of phone numbers stuffed into my pockets, the only person I wanted to call was Cynthia. I longed to hear her voice. Things ended awkwardly between us. I was to blame. The idea of mates had made me push too hard. It was natural that she would retreat after I came on so strong. I’d thought of apologizing a thousand times, but what would it change? In the lounge, Cynthia had fled from me. She likely didn’t want to talk to me, no matter what I had to say. So I buried thoughts of her under mind-numbing conversations with other women. And when a girl that looked a little like Cynthia came along, I decided to accept her proposition to return to my room for some fun. She was flirtier