Chapter 89

SLOANE

I can’t put a name to my feelings. Anger, sadness, frustration…everything’s tangled up. All different shades of emotions coalesce together to form this infuriating need to be wrapped in Hayes's arms.

I’m supposed to hate Hayes. I should hate him for being the reason my life is messed up. It makes no sense that I want him so badly.

I should hate him. He’s the one who keeps driving me crazy,