Caleb left Laura's house in a foul mood. He felt used and discarded but more importantly, he felt angry at himself for tolerating Laura for so long. Two years before she left for abroad, he had shamelessly agreed to be he b***h. She would call him when she was in a bad mood or frustrated to use him to blow off some steam.
He was a willing partner because he loved her but look at where that love landed him.
It was evening by the time he arrived in town. He headed straight to the club to drown his sorrows.
He was in his third glass and feeling a little bit tipsy when a lady approached.
" Hi handsome?" She greeted, flashing him a grin.
Caleb said nothing. His eyes regarded her carefully. He could tell from how she was dressed she was from a well off family. Another spoiled brat just like
