Chapter forty seven:

47.

Chloe's POV:

Fuck. My. Damn. Life!

I buried my face in my palm as I reminisced about the events of last night. What was I thinking when I let him have me in the kind of intimate way he did? How could I even let that happen after all what he put me through.

I'm the biggest whore of the century!

I bit down on my trembling lip, trying to stop the sob that nearly escaped my lips. What happened between us was supposed to make me happy, but it made me feel used and so drained, both emotionally and physically.

Marcus stirred beside me and...