COMING HOME LATE is what I have been doing for the last three days. I can't even find peace in the office as Ramona frequently visits. As usual, she would dress with sexy, revealing clothes that were one gust of wind from falling off her.
But unlike before, my body doesn't react to her anymore. If any, I find her irritating, so I would send her away each time. She obviously can't take a hint, though, because she keeps coming back the next day. She won't stay for long, especially when she has modeling shoots to do—I know because she blabs about it nonstop.
However, my own girlfriend can't even send me a text message or give me a call to know if I am still alive or not. Not that I'm waiting for it—Okay, I am waiting. Maybe she really did get tired of me so quickly, and that's why she hasn'
