Betty.
Maybe Michael was right about one thing.
He’d never be right for me.
Well, it took him ditching me as if I were some desperate girl begging for his attention, but I guess it was what I needed to finally come to my senses.
Still, the sadness of saying goodbye lingered on, it’s been two weeks since that night at the bookstore, maybe it's best I keep it that way.
I stared at my reflection applying a dark shade of brown lipstick letting my lips turn up in a smile.
“Betty, you’ve got this, you always got this,” I snickered, batting my artificial lashes. “ It's been two weeks without his touch, without his d**k…” I whispered, caressing my oily skin, “ and here you are… perfectly fine and sexy.”
I said trying to convince myself but deep down my soul still longed for him.
I got
