Thomas' Point of View
I hailed a taxi and left towards the airport. I was thinking about what she said. I really want her to like me, because she and her mom are the only two people who made me feel like home, after a very very long time. She thinks me as a man who*re. I mean, am I really one?
Man who*res get paid, but I pay my fu*cks. Maybe I am one. I didn't feel anything, when someone else pointed fingers at me, but to listen directly from her did really prick something in my heart. It's not like what she meant was false.
I shrugged off the feeling as I was returning back to my homeland. I reached the airport and there was Edgar waiting for me near my private plane. I greeted him and climbed aboard. I went and sat in my usual place and ordered whiskey on rocks. The air hostess sta
