All Chapters of The Man I Shouldn't Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Amy’s P.O.VNo… No… No…This wasn't how I envisioned my final year; getting famous over the most ridiculous thing, being stuck between two alpha males and their egos. And now, a controversial reputation-destroying photo of me was in the hands of an unknown cunt.Hell To The Fucking No! Excuse my French.I paced back and forth across my bedroom, my hands shaking so badly I could barely keep my grip on my phone. I needed to find that picture at all costs and stop it from seeing the light of day. Don't ask about Chris. The idiot is barely bothered and even accused me of being too ‘careful’. Can you believe that?Channel wasn't even helping matters, she was lounging on my bed with her feet kicked up, staring at her screen. The speaker was blasting the audio from the gala. "Holy shit, Amy, look at her face!" Channel laughed, replaying the clip for the tenth time. "You totally ate with your clap back. The look on her plastic face when you called her plastic is the highlight of it for me."

Amy’s P.O.VBruhhhhI woke up at dawn with swollen eyes and a completely crushed ego.For ten good minutes, I just stared blankly at the white ceiling of my bedroom, listening to the quiet ticking of the wall clock.Every single detail of last night rushed back into my mind, replaying over and over and making my stomach twist into a painful knot.I tried to kiss him. He rejected my kiss. Can you believe that?I could still feel the rough, harsh stubble of Ley’s cheek against my lips. I could still feel the brutal, condescending way he had abruptly turned his face away, rejecting me so quickly like I was some contagious disease he didn't want to catch.Oh, Amy Emmanuella Sanders, you’ve really suffered.I'm not going to lie, it pained me. And even more so, the weight of that humiliation made me want to pull the duvet over my head and never leave this room again.But I refused to hide like a coward. I was not going to let Stanley Pearson think his rejection had broken me."He wants to a

Amy’s P.O.VWhumpI threw my canvas bags onto the mattress and began aggressively pulling my clothes off the hangers. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely grip the fabrics. Hot rage and deep, crushing heartbreak fought for control inside my chest.He didn't even listen to me. He should have. "I'm done," I choked out, violently shoving a stack of textbooks into the bag. "I am officially done with this house, and done with him."The bedroom door suddenly burst open.Channel walked in, holding a plate of stolen pastries from the kitchen. Her sharp gray eyes took in the open luggage and the clothes scattered across the bed, and her jaw instantly tightened. She marched over, grabbed a pair of my folded jeans right out of my hands, and threw them back into the closet."Come on, Amy," Channel pleaded firmly, setting the plate down on my desk. "You cannot leave.""Get out of my way, Channel," I snapped, my voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears threatened to spill over my contacts.

Amy’s P.O.VUghhhhI blinked weakly, groaning as a sharp, throbbing ache flared across my temples. The whole space was white.Wait, am I in heaven? I thought. Then the sterile smell of antiseptic hit me hard in my nose, and the steady, rhythmic beep-beep of a heart monitor echoed in my ears. I looked down at my body. I was lying in a hospital bed, a thick blanket pulled up to my chest.I struggled to gather my memory. Where was I? How did I get here? Why does it seem like I can’t move? But my mind was empty.Then I heard a voice."It’s your fault. You threw her to the police and let her wander into the night on her even though you knew she had no place to go. The least you could have done was appreciate her. Little wonder she is happier when she is with me."The voice was intense, furious and… Chris?I turned my head slightly to where the voice was coming from, my vision slowly clearing behind my lenses.Chris Hampton was standing on one side of my bed still wearing his custom tuxed

Stanley’s P.O.VI stood still in the middle of the big master suite, my fingers tightening the knot of my tie as I stared at my reflection. The mirror in my bedroom reflected a strong, immovable man but was I really that man?I didn't sleep well last night. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind became a chaotic warzone, haunted by the devastating memory of the hospital kiss. I could still feel Amy’s soft lips against mine, still taste the salt of her tears mixed with the smudged red cherry lipstick that had entirely demolished my self-control.I broke my rule. I lost control.Growing up as a Pearson, my father always talked about the importance of having control as a man. And here I was, losing it. With my empire and with my emotions. Still couldn’t help it. I turned away from the mirror and walked over to the window, my eyes narrowing as I looked down toward the ground floor where her bedroom lay. Usually by this time, she’d be out serenading the house with her sonorous voice. But no