Chapter 35

Wolfe's POV. The sound of muted background music from the club downstairs faded into the background as I downed the whiskey in my glass in one gulp. My throat burned, but the alcohol did little to quell the anger simmering inside me. I'd been furious all day, so much so that I could barely sketch a thing. So much for dismissing Makenna to ‘get back to work.’ Now I wished I hadn’t said what I did. But maybe it was better for both of us. Keeping my distance wasn’t changing anything. I still thought about her constantly, still longed for her touch. At this point, I didn’t mind throwing caution to the wind and driving to her place to get what I wanted. But that would be selfish of me, and as much as I didn’t care about emotional attachments or feelings, I cared about her opinions and feelings. It was in this very club she had given me her virginity—a total stranger. Despite my annoyance, I chuckled at the memory. She had looked wild with her brown hair, yet still so innocent on my bed.