Happy Sunday! I'm back to work tomorrow after 12 days off and...I don't wanna!
So I'll just...leave this here. ;)
As always thanks to Fran, my girls, and you. 3
xx
Dani
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Three days. It's been three days since I've seen Bella, or touched her, or even heard her voice.
The only thing getting me by is scrolling through all the pictures she's sent me and rereading our messages.
I never thought I could miss someone so much, but she won't answer any of my calls or texts. It doesn't help that Ang is digging me like I have airborne herpes.
I've gone back and forth about whether or not I should just show up at her apartment, but I keep deciding against it. If space is what she wants, then I have to respect that. I just wish she'd at least let me know if we're over or not.
Not to be that guy, but I'm not sure I could survive if we're not.
The whiskey in my veins changes things, though.
I've only had a couple, but it warps my thinking. Lowers my inhibitions, strengthens my resolve, and reminds me that sometimes in life, you have to fight for what you want.
It makes me put on my shoes and my leather jacket and make the trek to the bar.
I know Bella is working tonight, and I must talk to her. Now. I have to see her in a place where she can't get away from me.
James looks at me with sad eyes when I make it to the building, shaking his head slightly.
"You gonna stop me?" I question, my fists balled at my sides with frustration. I wouldn't be able to stop him if he did decide to haul me away, but I'd sure as fuck try.
"Nah, man, just hoping she doesn't feed you your balls. I kind of like having some more testosterone around for once."
"Do you even know what happened?"
"No, but I know she's pissed. And B is like a category five tropical storm when she's pissed off. I'm not even the praying type, but I'll pray for you."
All I can do is grunt as I shoulder past him, heading straight for my girl.
She's talking to a blonde at the counter, smiling and shaking a cocktail. It makes her tits jiggle, and my mouth waters with the need to taste them, but I can't focus on that right now.
Because she's not talking to just any blonde.
She's talking to Tanya.
And knowing she's probably a killer is one thing, but seeing her talking to the same woman that offered half a mil to off me after we've had a fight is something else entirely.
Betrayal digs into my chest like a hot knife, making me wince and rub the spot where my heart used to be.
Because, of course, the first time I ever trusted someone enough to fall for them, they'd obliterate me the first chance they got.
I might as well just let her have me, because I'm not sure where to go from here.
I'll just be...in the corner...hiding...
