CHAPTER TWENTY

The curvy blonde grumbles and stands, lifting up the lacy material of her bralette to cover more of her perky full breasts. Her shoulder shoves me back as she walks past me, but I withhold myself from yanking off all the hair strands from her head.

When the door clicks shut behind me, the urge to relieve my shaky feet bubbles up inside me. I want to sit down on the chair near the door side, but I also want to get out of this wretched room. I can't stand Luke's eyes piercing through me, tearing me apart like I am nothing.

"Is Tyler around?" He asks. My guts twists into painful knots of disbelief.

So he is going to act like nothing just happened?

No problem. Maybe it will be simple for me this way too.

"Uhm, he left to get something from the supermarket down the street."

I adjust my bag over my shoulder.

"He said you came to get the pictures for the project."

He nods. "Yeah. Yeah I did."

I want to tell him to show me the pictures. I want to see how I look, to see if I am truly the beauti