My first thought when I woke up was, would he regret last night? I knew he did the second I said his name.
All I heard was a quick string of words, and then he was out of the bed.
“Going to the office. Get ready. When you’re ready.”
Before I could say another word, he was gone. I lifted my head, ready to say something and then he left.
I knew then that I was just a one-night stand and now he had decided that I needed to go. A tear stung my eye, but I shook my head; he couldn’t get to me twice in the same week. What the hell was wrong with me?
My heart started to race into overtime as I began to pick up the remains of Gail’s dress from the floor and lifted the panties that I was wearing last night. Well, it wasn’t precisely panties. But more of a thong which had been ripped in two.
