#Chapter350

Alexi sighs heavily, stands up as if to leave, ruining what’s left of my mood as a heaviness drags my stomach to the base of the bathtub and I resign myself to tears. Because that’s what emotionally fragile and stupid girls do when their boyfriends unintentionally upset them.

I stop mid internal rant at how much of an insensitive unromantic prick he is when he perches his glass at the end by my feet before unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Locking eyes on me and a hint of a begrudged smirk.

“I’ll have to shower that smell off me after this. Why do women have to soak in floral scented...