Chapter 33

Hardin's POV

Slamming the bathroom door shut as I fled from Jasmine was probably the wake up call that I needed to remind myself that I was falling into madness.

That I was probably losing my mind at this point and that it was only a matter of time before I sold my soul to the devil.

Because what had just happened between Jasmine and I was not fucking.

I fucked girls. So many of them. I made them feel good but never ever did I go out of my way to make them feel great or anything and it wasn't because I was not capable of it,...