_ The Con _
SEVEN
A few days earlier,
May...
How much I had missed May.
Waking up right next to her hot body on a cold morning like this. I pull her closer and hold on tightly to her.
We've not seen each other for months now.
She's been busy working. I've been busy working. We're both con artists but hands down, May is the best con artist I know.
The way she can dupe someone instantly into thinking she's someone she's not.
Sometimes I feel that I don't know her. The real her. Maybe the woman she pretends to be in my eyes is not the real her.
Maybe it's all an act. Maybe I'm one of those men... Those men she dupes into falling for her and giving her every last coin in a snap of a finger.
She makes me feel special. Special than the other men. But then she makes those other men fe
