Quietly, hugging myself I walk out of the room to the den, silence welcomes me. Wrapping my night coat tighter on my waist, I move towards the balcony taking a breather. I can’t believe he said to me he wants to go f**k another woman to my face. Was it to make me jealous because if so; it’s definitely working. If I am such a bad girl, then why keep me here? Why kidnap me to New York? Why go through the stress of getting me back? Showing me he cares under the charade of lies. Why do I even get mad at the thought of him with another woman other than me?
My hand grips the iron railing squeezing tight at the lucky girl. Maybe this is what he does. Sleep with girls at his clubs, kidnap them and then discard them for a new chase. Is he f*****g her now? Is she screaming and moaning his name? Are
