Chapter 157 OLD ROSIE

EASTON's P O V

I sat there for a while, unable to move. For a moment, the woman who’s kissing me isn’t Chloe, but my crazy bitch ex-wife.

As we kissed, I imagined it’s the old Rosie… the one whom I had loved with all of my heart. The sensation of her lips brushing against mine triggered a whole mess of memories, and they came flooding back to me one at a time.

But then, something clicked in my brain. Whichever Rosie my mind thought this was, it’s still Rosie nonetheless. And yet, here I was… kissing her when Chloe was undoubtedly there with Chad, or perhaps waiting for me to arrive.

I roughly pushed Rosie away and she fell back a little, displaying a high level of panic. I pulled my hands away from her and jump up, raking my hands through my hair.

‘‘I… Get out of my room…’’ I suddenly blurted out.

‘‘Easton---‘’ Rosie began but I shook my head, placing my hands on my hips. That's when I became aware of the fact that I was just half-naked.