I spent three years with this guy on an on and off bases. He didn't treat me right, so I didn't care much about getting back together or his friendship.
"I am not..."
"Adela, please don't say anything right now. I know I have hurt you and I am sorry. I made a lot of mistakes, but I love you."
Whoa
Where did that come from? Is he high? Drunk?
"Okay" the shock in my voice quite clear.
"I know you don't believe me." Damn right I don't "But it's true. I always had. I always will. I will call you tomorrow, take care."
I hang up wondering if now would be the best time to collect my things, sever all ties.
The apartment smelled fabulous when I walked in. Jamie I had prepared dinner before she left to for Trey's place, leaving me a plate. Traisping over the floor into the kitchen, I made my way to the refrigerator, opening a bottle of wine. Resting my phone and handbag on the breakfast bar.
Rihanna work crooned through the stereo speakers, dancing away in the kitchen, goblet in hand.
It's so great to have the place to myself and for the whole weekend.
Work, work, work, work, work
He said me have to
Work, work, work, work, work, work