Chapter 11
Abigail
“He sounds like an asshole. How old was he again?” My friend, Jennifer asked.
We were speaking on the phone and it is five in the evening now. I rolled over so I was laying on my back on the bed.
“You are right, he is totally an asshole. I think he is thirty-eight years old. I heard him telling my father his age.” I responded while staring at the ceiling, playing with the hem of my shirt.
“Was he hot?” She asked and I laughed at her questions. I already had that coming, I was kind of surprised that it took so long for her to ask.
“He is so damn hot but that is not the problem, he kept calling me and I had to block his number. He is my father's business friend, you know?”
“Good, there are plenty of men like him, let's go out, just the two of us.” She said excited
