"You thought of me as a w***e?!"
Ayla's screeching voice boomed on the other side of the line. Despite the music being loud at the club for Brent's birthday party, her voice still managed to be heard.
I expected this. Minus the assuming derogatory names but the present vexation.
Maybe leaving a piece of shiny jewelry on her bedside table was not a good idea.
But I still tried to play coy. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"The fuckin' necklace, Elio. You bought me a fuckin' necklace. What the hell is that about?"
God, her pride was such a debby downer. Though I'll admit, it's one of the things I admired about her. She wanted to get through life on her own. If that's not one of the hallmarks of her admirable personality, I don't know what is.
I leave the bar's counter, excusing
