Xavier POV
What the hell is wrong with me?
I still can't believe I almost forced myself on her. She was terrified—truly terrified.
I don't understand myself anymore. Every time I touch her, those old memories come raging back, like my nightly nightmares tearing through my mind.
But what confused me even more is that I didn't stop because of those memories…
I stopped because of her.
Her screams.
Her tears.
The way she begged.
It pierced through me, shaking me to the core. Each plea felt like a knife, stabbed repeatedly in my chest.
Gosh , Xavier, what has become of you?
No woman has ever made me feel this horrible. But Scarlett… she's different. And I hate the feeling of that.
Usually, I hate tears—even from her . But today… watching her break because of me made my stomach twist with something I've never felt before: guilt.
If this continues, I might actually lose my mind.
