A Dangerous Romance
“You don’t mean that you’re drunk” He can be so callous and mean when he drinks, just for him to not remember what was said in the morning.
“You think you’re better than me but you’re not. Little Miss. Goody Goody, f*****g virgin.” He says sitting on my couch. I should just put him out and make him go home, but unlike him, I refuse to let him make me something I’m not.
“f**k you! You think because you have a lot of money that gives you the right to be a d**k to everyone around you, but it doesn’t. Honestly, I like you better when you’re sober and not using your money to buy your fans or friends” I say with tears streaming down my face, I leave him on the couch and go to my room. I pace the floor trying to get it together and stop crying, why do I feel like this. I knew all along I wasn’t meant for him yet here I am wishing it weren’t true. Someone knocks on the door and I pray it’s Julia. There he stands in my doorway eyes dark and heavy, He pulls me into him and he kisses me. I melt into him and lose myself as I’ve done many times before but this time we’re in my bedroom and he’s locking the door behind himself.
As soon as I touched down in New York, I could feel as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Yet the voice of that nice old lady from the plane still ringed in my ears, me pregnant? As if. I pushed the idea out of my mind and looked for my father's driver to pick me up, to my surprise the old m……