CHLOE's POV
When I stepped out of the club, all of a sudden, I felt the chill of the wind blowing over my skin, but it was nothing compared to the iciness that I experienced on the interior of my heart. Because it was frozen… the pain was intense, and it seemed like I was being stabbed by a thousand knives.
I looked all over for Chad, and I eventually found him standing in the parking lot with his back to me, patiently waiting while his hands shoved inside the pocket of his khaki shorts. I had just been ready to approach him when I heard the door being pushed behind me. I turned around and glared at Easton.
I was in such a state of disarray and rage that I felt nothing at all. The tears have stopped falling, and I don't want to cry any longer. No… I won’t shed a tear in front of him again.
‘‘What was that, Easton?’’ I exploded, my words coming out shaky as I focused on his features. ‘‘What the hell are you doing?!’’