Dmitry
Kitten sure knows how to be feisty. She might be unaware of the fact that she is speaking with me, but that does not make her words sting any less.
“Why?” I force out. “What could your ex have done to ruin your evening?”
She lets out a muffled groan. I assume she is screaming into her pillow or mattress.
Damn. It is both hilarious and a little hurtful that she feels this frustrated just thinking about me.
I cannot be all that bad. Right?
“What didn’t he do?”
“For starters, who confesses their undying love to their ex and then leaves them abruptly right after they receive the saddest news of their life? Well, my ex does. And when I leave the house to try to clear my head, I catch him in the arms of another woman. Typical.”
That is not exactly how it happened, but when she put
