Confessions

Louis shook his head. 'Listen babe, I understand you are anxious and you don't want to be seen outside but doing drinks will not-'

The deadly look Wendy gave him, shut him up. The last thing he wanted to do was further offend the lady. She had to go with him to his father's fucking dinner thing.

'Just get me a fucking drink, Louis.' She whispered.

'Fine. Wine. Just a little though. We said we were going to talk.'

'Wow. How patronising.' Wendy snorted mockingly. 'I'm not a baby. I can handle my alcohol.'

'Wendy, I am not calling you a baby. I am just saying we both need to be clearheaded to figure out all of this.'

'Louis, there's nothing to figure out. It's simple. Let me go. Nobody would even notice, I swear. I just don't want to be in this situation. This position anymore.'

'Leaving does not save you from anything. If the media discovers you quit after that nonsense Rhoda did, do you think they would let you be?'

'Staying here does not make any difference. I'm still the lowlife wh