~NICO~
I don’t remember the last time I slept properly. Not the kind where your body actually rests. Most nights I just lie there staring at the ceiling, one arm behind my head, the other on the empty side of the bed where Cake had slept. Five days ago she stormed out of my room and out of the house. She hasn’t come back since.
Every time I close my eyes, I see her face again. The exact moment I said those words. Because I f****d you doesn’t mean you get to touch my stuff. Her expression changed right then. Not anger. Hurt. Real hurt. She looked at me like I had slapped her. Then she left.
I try not to think about it. There are more important things to deal with.
“Check those numbers again,” I told the man standing in front of my desk. I didn’t even look up from the file. “They don’t a
