The Liar Within
It’s Wednesday—four whole days since I last saw Hunter. As pathetic as this sounds, it feels like four years.
He’s been busy, I get that, but it’s been radio silence since our very hot sexting session. I really miss him. I hate not hearing from him because my suspicious nature ends up conjuring scenarios of him and thirty-five women playing naked tag.
I guess my worries are because I’m guilty of lying to Hunter, but I tell myself it’s for the greater good. But having dinner with that scumbag, Gail, felt anything but good. On the plus side, I found out that he too knows about this notorious watch. The question is, how did he find out?
He wouldn’t divulge just who told him, which has me questioning everything I thought I once knew. It’s now survival of the fittest, I gues
