Wrecked By My Bully
“Unless you want all that working out to go to waste.”
“Put them in the kitchen,” I tell him. “Maybe I’ll eat later if I’m hungry.”
Al doesn’t move for a second. I know he wants to give me a pep talk, either about how Layla will eventually come back to me, or about how I need to move on, neither of which I want to hear right now.
Thankfully, he decides better of it and heads to the kitchen, leaving me alone.
Alone…
That’s what I am now. A few weeks ago, I would have copped to that with pride. Yeah, I’m single! I would have said. It wouldn’t have bothered me in the slightest. But not anymore. Not now that I know what I’m missing out on.
Bab Populer