365 DAYS WITH YOU
I fumbled for my phone, my hands shaking as I dialled Carl's number, my voice breaking as I cried out, "Please, come get me."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I slammed my fists on the steering wheel, the moment I found a spot to park in, after leaving Khloe behind at the club. I was seething with frustration, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. What was wrong with me? Why was I suddenly acting like a lovesick puppy? I was supposed to be focused on the business deal my dad asked me to work on, but instead, I was chauffeuring Khloe around and waiting on her like a loyal lapdog.