SEVENTEEN.
Over the next few days Gwen ignored my texts. I even called her a couple of times but they always went right to her voicemail. Either I had been blocked or she couldn’t be bothered to answer the call. I wasn’t surprised at either response.
I wanted to adopt the attitude that it didn’t matter. It was just a fling. It was just s*x. Relationships end. If I had been in high school I probably would have climbed into bed and cried myself to sleep. Instead I turned on some mindless entertainment, got a big bottle of vodka, and drank myself into a stupor. That was good enough.
Thursday afternoon I was still hung over after my several day drinking bout, but I still managed to get out the door and found my feet were bringing me to Adrian’s office. The receptionist looked slightly alarm
