Another Dinner without Jericho

I couldn't believe Jericho left me all alone and I had to deal with his family all by myself.

Yeah, we had our own issues but he should have stood by me. Tonight, I am going to give him the piece of my mind. I thought as I walked into the shower.

I waited all night long but there was no sign of Jericho.

My anger was gradually replaced by anxiety. I was anxious to see him. How I missed him. Yes it's embarrassing to admit but it is what it is.

I did miss everything about him_ ranging from his fake animosity, down to his intoxicating manly Cologne. Above all, I missed the feeling of him in me. It probably didn't mean anything to him, but it sure did to me.

The next morning, I was woken up by a knock on the door. I sat up praying it was Jericho, but my expectation was crushed when I saw two maids walking in with a tray of food in their hands.

I exhaled sharply as I leaned back on the bed. I didn't even want to eat, but how could I explain that to them? I didn't eat well yesterday nigh