Chapter 29 The Older Version Of Me

• SANTOS
• I entered the guest room, walked to the bed, and lowered myself onto it. Hell, I’ve gone and done it. This was a giant screw-up. How could she reduce what we had to just mere fuck? I glared at the door. Then I forced myself to take a deep breath. I knew I needed to calm down and think rationally. With my head clearing, I feel like shit for the things I said.
• Jealousy. I was ridden with jealousy. Seeing the easy relationship between her and Donald had cracked me up. I saw how he looked at her; the man had great feelings for her and wanted her too. I let that feeling consume me, and now I’d ruined everything.