I don’t know what I thought would happen when I returned the clothes to Clay. But overhearing him setting up what I can only assume is a threesome was not on my bingo card. Running into Makayla was on the bingo card, but I hoped I wouldn’t. It was nice to have her confirm they were cousins, and I overreacted and ran away before letting him explain. I’d have felt bad if he hadn’t just gotten into a car to have a threesome.
Makayla telling me that bit of exposition, as she called it, doesn’t change things. I’m unsure how she thought telling me he was upset that I left or that he waited all four days to set up a threesome would change my mind. I don’t have the time or patience for a player like him.
All that conversation with Makayla and what I overheard about Clay’s call convinced me that giving him any other chances was a bad idea. I don’t have time for this nonsense. I’m pulling extra shifts at work because I want to save up to get a bigger apartment. The tug-of-war with Tink proved
