She lied to me...
She betrayed the one rule that I'm most adamant about: Honesty. Complete and utter fucking honesty .
I really wish she was someone else--someone who didn't have the ability to make me feel, someone I could easily discard like the hundreds of women before her.
I'm drawn to her like I've never been drawn to a woman before--completely captivated by the very sight of her. But unfortunately, with my past slowly re-surfacing for all of the world to see, I'll have to find a way to let her go.
She can never be mine.
Subject: ASSHOLE. Just emailing you to say hello since you haven’t reached out to me, and you haven’t heard from me in a while. Hope all is well. —Aubrey
His response came immediately.
Subject: Re: ASSHOLE. I fucked you this morning, and from what I remember, I heard you loud and clear. —AndrewSubject: Re: Re: ASSHOLE.That’s not what I meant…I meant that you and I no longer talk on the phone or email each other like we used to. You only want to fuck, and you still have a big ass problem with leaving me hanging right after. Talking about the weather for five seconds once we get done is not what I meant by post-conversation and you know it. You’re an asshole. —Aubrey
A self diagnosed candy addict, travel junkie, and hypochondriac, Whitney Gracia Williams LOVES to write about characters that make you laugh, cry, and want to (in the case of Selena Ross) reach through your Kindle and slap them.
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