Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tyrell
One in the morning came around when I picked up my cell off the nightstand to check for the zillionth time if the ringer was on and if it was charged up. “Damn. That girl is not going to call.”
Maybe I’d been wrong to put the ball in her court without telling her? My finger hovered over the screen thinking about calling her even though it was late, and Ella had probably already gone to sleep.
That pissed me off! If she’d gone to sleep without talking to me, then she obviously didn’t care. And since when was it me who cared the most in a relationship?
Putting the cell down, I turned over on my side and pulled the blanket up to cover myself. Things had to change. I couldn’t let some girl pull my chain. What Ella’s sister said about the way she acted was not a
