XENIA
The desperados that had eyes for Matteo pounced almost immediately.
Like magnets to an opposing force field, they gravitated towards him where he stood like an unmovable sculpture in the center of the hallway. They were all saying things no one who’d just been heart broken wanted to hear.
“Do you want to come over to mine tonight? Or I could come to yours?”
“Need a shoulder—or any body part to lean on?”
“I heard men destress with booty calls, you can have my booty.”
“She never deserved you anyways, now you can have anyone you want.”
“That b***h used you for popularity, I’ll nurture you and have your babies.”
“I just forwarded you pictures that’ll lift your mood, so accept my friend request.”
“I’ll never treat you like she did, come to me.”
The repulsive order of the day was
