Fifty

It's already the third day I'm not working.

Where Rhysand is still in Barcelona.

And I've done everything I can to kill my boredom. I had to move to calm my restless mind and heart. Which only goes to that asshole. I chose not to fix my phone and chose to use my other phone instead. I don't want to talk with Rhysand, and if I fix my phone or put my sim card in my other phone, I can't resist the temptation to take his call.

This was ridiculous, and I didn't know what to do when I met Rhysand a week later. But this is the first step, which I must do. Hopefully it doesn't fail.

For today, instead of spending time making bread and cake that would end up in the cupboard without touching them at all, I chose to go to Big Man's company. Visited Gabriel, Annie and Shasha. We were already planning to have lunch at one of the VVIP restaurants on Fifth Avenue, and then I'd be walking to the art gallery with Bellva.

That woman send me a DM through Instagram last night and asked me to spend a litt