ISLA~
"I'm like, what the fuck. I'm here in my thoughts and all, and you've already moved on."
I stared at the phone resting on the headboard of my car's passenger seat. I hadn't been able to bring myself to call Beatrice. I had this low-key feeling she'd just be glad or something if things fell apart between us, and it just didn't feel right to hear it out loud.
I kept my hands steady on the steering wheel, navigating the dark streets on my way back from the penthouse. Even with the windows rolled down and the midnight air blowing past my face, I couldn't find a way to just be calm and enjoy it.
"Fuck," I muttered, letting out a hollow chuckle. "No, actually, I deserved it. I deserved all of it."
But it still stung. I had been racing through the city, genuinely terrified that something horrible had happened to her, only to be thrown completely off guard by what I saw.
