Jessica
AS USUAL, I woke up alone in the master bedroom of the house we were renting in Vegas, feeling both frustrated and angry with Jordan. We’d been there for three weeks and I’d barely seen him the last two. Although he claimed that he was tying up loose ends and working on making a future for us, I couldn’t understand why it had to take up so much of his time. Most days, he was gone for eight to ten hours. Then we’d have dinner and s*x. There was barely enough time to talk and that was hard enough to get him to do.
I stood up, put on a robe, and headed out of the bedroom and into the gourmet kitchen, which was on the other side of the house. It was a basically a mansion, about six thousand square feet and more than the two of us needed. The only reason we were renting it was because
