Zayden
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
I'm an i***t, I messed up big time. I saw the look on her face before she left. Anger, disappointment and fear. I knew them all too well.
First I had called her a prostitute when I was clearly the one seducing her, then I had hurt her. Maybe I should put a leash on my tongue and my temper since I had no idea how to control them.
She did not come out till morning, and then the next two days were a living hell.
She avoided me like a plague. It was goddamn frustrating. She didn't talk to me; she always stayed in her room till the sun rose, and she ignored my calls and texts. She refused to let me drive her and she always stood at least three feet away from me. When I tried to go closer, she'd move ten steps away.
I was losing my mind. I hated it, I did not
