A PERFECT MORNING
~LEXA WYETT~
I stood there silently, not answering, of course, my shitty father was the reason I cried yesterday. If only you cared about making a mockery of me yesterday.
Fuck her and have fun? I grit my teeth as I clenched my fists, this bastard.
“Miss Wyett, are you going to keep spacing out whenever I ask you are question” His cold voice break through my thoughts as I stared at him.
“No, so sir, Are you finally giving me the day off” I inquired one last time.
He waved his hand in response as he brushed past me heading to the door but paused halfway, I stopped, staring at him.
Does he have something to say?
“Do you like drinking in front of other men that much?” he asked catching me off guard.
“Excuse me, sir?” I asked not sure about his sudden question.
“Yo
