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headed downstairs.
    The couch it was.

Chapter 5
    ~Sophie~
     
    I shut the front door and headed down the porch steps.
    As I neared Ollie’s truck, I was surprised to find him leaning against it and staring up the street.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, amused.
    “Waiting,” he said, not breaking his stare.
    I followed his line of sight. A pretty brunette was walking self-consciously down the street. Her hair was wild and disheveled and her dress was wrinkled. It was clear she was doing the walk of shame.
    “I think she’s embarrassed enough without you staring at her and making it worse.”
    I felt bad for the girl. I’d never done the walk of shame myself. I’d only been with two men in my life and it had never ended like that. I guess I was a good girl by some standards. But still, I felt for her. It wasn’t fair. If she had been a guy, it would have been completely different. But she was embarrassed because of societal expectations. Poor woman.
    “I’m just waiting for her to pass by before I head up there,” Ollie said, finally breaking his stare and looking at me.
    “Head up there?”
    “Yeah. The last house on the street?”
    I shrugged my shoulders. “What about it?”
    He looked at me like I was stupid. “ Brad’s place, Soph.”
    What?
    Ollie seemed surprised that I clearly had no idea. “You didn’t know? He moved in there about a year ago. He’s renting the place. You thought he still lived on the outskirts of town in his mom’s house?” He laughed. “Really, Soph. You think he would’ve come all the way down here to help you out the other night? Come on. He lives right there.”
    Oh my God . I’d just assumed. So then…the brunette…she was…his?
    He’d been with her? She was doing the walk of shame from him ? After we’d…? After the other night?
    I felt sick.
    “What’s wrong, Soph?” Ollie asked, obviously seeing the hurt all over my face.
    “Uh…nothing. Nothing.” I looked back up the street. The brunette was gone now. She must’ve turned onto the adjacent street. “She’s gone. You’re clear. Hurry up. I’m gonna be late for work otherwise.”
    “Relax. I won’t be long. I promised you a ride so you wouldn’t have to walk this morning and that includes me getting you there on time.” He ruffled my hair and said with a smile, “Seriously, you worry too much, sis.”
    And with that, he hurried up the street to Brad’s house. Asshole’s house.
    My mind was still whirring with thoughts of Brad and that woman. I couldn’t believe it. I’d thought the other night had…meant something to him, like it had to me.
    What the hell was wrong with me?
    Of course it didn’t mean shit to him. Just like the last time.
    I was such an idiot.
    He was a guy. Seeing me naked had just activated a normal guy response. That was all. He’d just been thinking with his dick. Like he always did with every other woman he fucked. He was a well-known womanizer in our town. Why the hell had I thought he’d be different with me?
    I was living in a dream world.
    Well, no more.
    I was sick of feeling like crap when it came to him. The mixed signals. The ups and downs. The gut-wrenching disappointment.
    Without saying a word, by him screwing that woman last night, he’d made something very clear to me.
    There was nothing between us—not on his end. He didn’t want me.
    And I was better than that.
    I wouldn’t let him do it to me again. I wouldn’t let him hurt me.
    I was done.
    I was so done!

Chapter 6
    ~Sophie~
     
    “Finally, you’re looking like your old self. Smoking hot, babe,” Tiff said, eyeing me over her martini glass.
    She was right. Now that my bruises had finally faded away, I didn’t need to cover up anymore.
    “I know,” I said. I had never been one for modesty. I called things as they were and I knew I looked really good.
    I was wearing a black mini-skirt with a pair of thigh-high boots, along with my favorite silver corset top that gave me an actual cleavage.