*Harden, I Don't Need You*
Harden’s POV:
I sat behind my desk, staring at the phone in my hand. The screen was dark, but Elara’s number was already pulled up. It had been a week since I’d last seen her, a week since she slapped me and stormed out. I still felt the sting of that slap—not just on my cheek, but deep inside me. One part of me kept replaying my actions from our last meeting.
"s**t, what am I thinking..." I hissed at the memory of the exact words I had said to her. “Let’s have one night together.”
My fist banged hard on the table, and I continued to question myself. Why did I say that?! As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I’m madly in love with Elara.
Never had I thought that I’d be easily moved by any woman. But Elara had always been different. She had a way of crawling
