When I got home, I noticed that Chelsea texted me.
“How did it go?” she’d asked.
I glared down at the text and sighed.
Horrible.
He’s taken.
His family is having dinner with his new boyfriend’s family.
They’re practically married now.
Throwing the phone on my bed, I groaned as I slumped onto my sheets face down.
f**k today.
. . .
A click woke me up. Then shuffling. I felt something hit the back of my head and, groggily, reached up, grabbing for whatever hit me.
Clothes?
Blinking, I turned and found Phil standing by the shut door, arms crossed over his chest.
“Phil?”
“What the f**k is wrong with you?” he snapped, looking about ready to charge.
Livid. Wow, he’s really pissed.
“What are you doing here?” I blinked,
