A

lking for, but I know it's long en

g against me. I probably should've taken them off the moment I ran out of there, b

g

t escape the thought of him, of what

houghts. I can't believe I was humiliated like that. How could I let them do that to me, treat me like that? I begin thi

between rage and shock and right now, I'm not even crying anymore. That part's done. My face is smudged with makeup and tears, my bo

idn't reall

t really say

t in his bed t

omething at me from across the street, but I don't hear what it is, thankfully, and just keep walking, my arms wrapped around myself and m

ake the pain heavier. I don't want to have to think about how many times he would sneak her into o

'm going to do... Thankfully, I still have my purse, my phone and my card. Even though Tyler was providing for both of us, I also worked as a graphic designer and media specialist

or restaurants I could stay in while before I book an Uber and

one building catches my eye, gleami

ll

pulls me in. Maybe it's the way the light bleeds onto the sidewalk like spilt w

snatched and chaotic. I look completely insane. I quickly gather myself and run my hands through my hair so I look somewhat presentable, just so that they don't kick me out before I can en

nally push t

rple and orange. I hear the soft hum of jazz ring through the air, and so I glance around to find a live band playing, tucked in a cosy corner of the room. A piano, saxo

ntrance. Her black dress hugs her graciously, and her

light and polished, European maybe,

ks with a polite smile, and that's when

ust... sit somewhere. Maybe get

staring at me without judgment

dressed men and even sharper-looking women. It looks like the type of place where you order your whiskey neat

should

ght now. Somewhere, no one knows me, where I can pretend I'm not the gi

artender is tall, clean-cut, and looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine. He is perfectly handsome. Seems all the staff here is j

utiful?" he asks, a flirtatious smil

ut then I let it fade as a sharp pang hits my chest. I can't be smiling at a

self that I no longer owe any loyalty to him. He's ch

th him as a warmer smile appears on my lips. "3 sh

ckle leaves his lips, nodding

d me. It's the first time all night I've felt even r

in front of me, bringing

night?"

urns, but it's clean and expensive. I sincerely hope it does the trick in helping me numb myself. I sigh to myself once I've dow

relax... but it seemingly

m, and it makes me turn to my right, my eyes landing o

e who notices it. No one says a word, but the atmosphere changes like a cold front just blew in. Conve

enter the room, immediately sending my

lack leather gloves that he keeps on the entire time. In fact, all of them have gloves on... He has silky brown hair, slicked

nd, my intuition immediately te

my gut, I know