Ayla POV
My stomach feels queasy, it has for most of the day. But I’m not letting it stop me from going to Micha’s father's party tonight, even though that is the reason for my nauseous belly, it’s not from nerves, it’s the excitement of what tonight will hold.
My phone begins to ring, and I can’t help rolling my eyes when I see no caller ID blinking across my screen. Marcus had not stopped calling me since I left him, and no matter how many times I declined the call he just wouldn’t stop. I grab my phone off the dressing table and grind my teeth together as I answer the cheating rat.
“Marcus, I don’t want to see you or hear from you, stop calling me!’
I hung up, not giving him a chance to talk. I didn’t want to hear his pathetic excuses as to why he had cheated. Maybe if he had fough
