EMILY’S POV
My hands drifted to the side aching for a touch and cuddle of someone but I was met with empty sheets. Again. I wonder if he was that mad at me. I couldn’t understand anything, it was me who almost got shot, it was me who was in danger but he’s getting so pissed and putting it on me. I get his anger but that’s just...it’s too much.
He doesn’t have a right!
I sat up trying to process everything that happened. I let him f**k me, again. I huffed drowning my back to the bed. I’m stupid. One minute I’m angry and the other minute I’m having cold angry hot s*x with my boss.
Boyfriend....I’m his side-chick I think. Lover is preferable.
I sat and ran my eyes round the room, hoping he'd still be here. There’s really no trace of him. No one’s in the shower either, not a sound of r
