Angel's Pov
It's been sixteen f*****g hours that big headed, arrogant, handsome punk faced man abandoned a newly wedded woman at the table with no explanations or reason. I take a moment to watch the clock mentally taking note, counting how much time the clock ticks and how darker the night becomes. The charm of this gigantic house has lost its spell it cast on me the very first time I walked into it. The exterior and lavish interior were bleak now.
Stomach tied in painful knots too tight to allow any food or water slip through my throat.
"Where the hell is he?" I mutter out loud. Sour faced, pacing up and down the room. Was he taking his revenge for last night? But it shouldn't matter if he was here or not, why does my heart bleed when he isn't here? Why do I care?
Ping pong
