Chapter 94 Some Relationships Don’t Work Out

Haze raised his hands in mock surrender, forcing a nervous smile. "Chill. No need to get so worked up!" He let out an awkward laugh, but I didn’t so much as smirk. Nothing about my ex-boyfriend—and now my sworn enemy—was funny to me. I rolled my eyes and holstered my gun, ignoring the whispers behind me as I walked away. I went to the bathroom and sat in my gold bathtub, trying to drown my thoughts in the warm water. I thought I wanted to die—because even after all these years, remembering the past still killed me. No matter how I distracted myself, every time I was alone, my mind would drift back to him. Ash. My hand moved to my core, fingers sliding over sensitive skin. As much as I hated him, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he used to fuck me senseless. "Damn you," I whispered, my fingers moving faster, trying to chase the release I’d been craving all day. I hated myself for thinking about him, but I didn’t stop. "Ah... shit, Ash," I moaned, my legs trembling as I pushed myse