Alisa
I woke up the next morning to the cold and bare feeling of the empty sheets behind me. I winced as I pushed myself off the bed, the pain in my ass a vivid reminder of how badly last night went. I rubbed my eyes slowly, as I roamed the room in search of Drey.
All the possible negative thoughts swarmed my mind as I made my way through the suite, searching for Drey. He was not in the bedroom, or the lobby or the living room, or anywhere else in the suite. I raced back to the master bedroom and searched frantically for my phone.
Maybe he got tired of your s**t and left.
Maybe he's on his way to New York now.
He probably hates you right now.
Paranoia could be a b***h.
I shook my head tersely trying to wipe off all of the thoughts flooding through my brain as tears stung my ey
