Chapter Eight

He’d swore and swore again when he’d woken and realised that the girl of his dreams was gone. ‘Girl of my dreams, that’s a new one Luke,’ he sighed to himself. She’d ran off, couldn’t bear to wake up next to him. The rejection was cutting. This is why I don’t do this, he thought looking in the mirror as he washed and dressed. Losing something was the worst kind of emotion anyone could experience, and he’d lost everything when he was just a teenager. He never wanted to be that broken kid again. He was going to be strong again, regain his robust cold exterior. Mia had used him, for what, he had no idea. That soft warm angel that he’d made love to, had vanished once daylight had shed its rays. Somehow, he’d known it was her...

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