Chapter 12

• Ethan
• I lean against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at Aria like she’s the reason my life’s gone to shit. And maybe she is. “I don’t have anything to do with you anymore, Ethan,” she spits angrily.
• It pisses me off how she looks at me like I’m some fucking beast. “You think I don’t know what you’re up to? Going around with Lucas like some desperate—” My eyes trail down her body, and, damn, that dress. It’s tight in all the right places, and her tits? Don’t get me started. “—and what’s this?” I gesture at her like I’m disgusted, but my cock twitches in betrayal. “Since when did you start dressing like a fucking whore? Were you hoping I’d come running back to your desperate ass?”