I didn’t go straight home. I turned into the club and spent hours there, trying to cool my burning head with alcohol. I didn’t want to go back home angry. I didn’t want to hurt Fiona because of my anger at another woman.
I got dozens of missed calls from Fiona, and even more messages from her that I ignored. She'd been calling and texting me frequently since she got a new phone. Fiona was acting like a possessive wife who was extremely worried about her husband.
Hell, I loved it. I loved all the attention she gave me. No woman ever asked how I was or checked on me three times a day. She always made sure I was alive and breathing. She cared about me for who I was, not for my money.
When I got home around eleven, Fiona was waiting for me in the living room. She threw her book on the sofa
