"You saw who? Jessie?", the man asked, standing up suddenly from the chair he was sitting on. He was imposing, and when he stood, that impression tripled.
He had been looking for the w***e for months now, and she thought it wise to walk around like there was nothing there. Like he hadn’t been stripped of the p***y he had proposed to, the one he was meant to be getting here.
"Yeah, I did. She was walking with crutches and was with this other guy,” the girl said, her eyes twinkling. It seemed she was having other ideas already.
"She was with some other guy, eh?", Patrick asked, rage coloring his tone.
She was with some other guy, while he was looking for her. She was being the w***e he always knew she was. And she was probably doing all the things she had refused to do with him.
Harrie
