Roxanne
“Hello?”
“Roxanne,” A distorted voice asked. “Did you think you could get rid of me? You think you can toss me aside like I mean nothing? You can’t, Roxanne! We’re meant to be together. You’ll see! You can’t get rid of me!”
“No!” I screamed. “Stop it! Just leave me alone!”
I threw my phone to the floor and sobbed.
Daxon wrapped his arms around me. “We’ll change your number. Get you a new one tomorrow.”
“That’s the second time we’ve had to do that since we’ve been together.” I sniffled.
“I will change your number a million times, I don’t care. Do you still want to go out to dinner?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I really could use a drink and a steak.”
“Let’s go.”
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Daxon took us to the nicest place he could possibly find. There were oysters and cocktails and by the time our soups
