But Jackson isn’t here, I badly wanted to argue. However, I knew better than to push this delicate situation into something I would lose control over.
“I honestly don’t care what you think of me anymore. I’m not the girl you used to know.”
“You’re right. The Chloe I knew had standards and class. She knew better than to cheapen herself with the likes of Spencer Goldberg.”
That fucking did it!
“The only time I cheapened myself was with you, Drew Cavendish. Don’t think so highly of yourself.” His pedestal needed some knocking down.
He clenched and unclenched his jaw while sending me a cutting look that tore me apart. “Then it’s a blessing there was no repetition after that night. We found better pastures,” he grunted out. “It’s good of you to clarify your low opinion of me. It proved I made the right decision by leaving you that night.” His fathomless eyes darted into mine before he gave me that look that told me he was done, as if he had fully dismissed me in his mind. Then he spun on his heels and slammed the door as he left.
If his intentions were to hurt me where it pained the most, well, he had just hit a bull’s-eye.