It isn’t as though I can have it anyway.
Because my body is no longer mine to give. And yet I keep giving it to him as if it is.
Chapter 22
Hunter
Two nights ago, in Piper’s bed, I should have got this out of my system.
Got her out of my goddamn system.
I didn’t.
If anything, the problem only grew.
Again, I’m unable to do a damn thing about the way I feel.
Nothing is under my control anymore, and I bloody hate it.
So I throw myself into finding out who hurt her. And when I’m not doing that, I’m in the ring.
Because whoever laid a hand on her is going to answer for it.
The problem is, it’s proving more difficult than I expected.
It’s not as though I can pull up a list of abusive pricks and work my way through it.
And Piper refuses to give me so much as the smallest clue as to who it might be.
There are moments when I find myself questioning it.
Why do I keep pushing?
Why don’t I simply walk the fuck away?
Erase Piper Ashthorne from my thoughts and system.
From whatever hold she seems to have over me.
But I can’t.
I bloody tried.
And it proved utterly useless.
If anything, every attempt only made it worse.
I genuinely thought the more I had her, the sooner I’d tire of her.
What a load of fucking rubbish.
The more I have her, the more I want her.
This morning, I had a meeting with my grandfather in London, which meant cancelling my classes for the day.
Not exactly a hardship.
At the moment, I can’t think of anything more tedious than standing in front of a room full of overprivileged idiots who think the size of their trust fund makes them untouchable.
