CHAPTER FORTY ONE
MALCOM’S POV
I hit the wall in my hotel room repeatedly, sinking to the marble floor with knuckles, bleeding. It should not hurt but it did. Every single part of me hurt more than hell and the worst part was that, I did this to myself. I asked for this the moment I choose to hurt her. Why did it even hurt like this? For someone used pain, her rejection should have just been a small burn that would cool; off with time but instead, every bit of air I breathed hurt, the bitter bile in the back of my throat, reminding me what I did to Sophie. f**k! She made me messier than I already was.
“Calm down dude,” Trent said from where he sat on the bed. After my not so gone well meeting with Sophie at the club, I had tried to drink myself to forgetfulness but that had not worke
