Chapter 11

Chapter 11

MY EYES are wide open. I kept on looking at my phone, silently hoping that Jeremy would send me a message but it didn’t happen. He didn’t send me a message, not even one.

And why would he? I see no reason for him to do so, and that’s why I so hate myself for waiting for his message even though I know it won’t happen!

I mean, he’s fucking someone, duh? He can’t be having sex while still on phone.

“Fuck!” I gripped the bun of my hair real tight and looked at the clock. It’s already 1:34 A.M. It’s time to sleep. Jeremy’s probably sleeping in the room of the whore he fucked. He’s sleeping, and here I am, wide awake.

Damn, bitch. Don’t expect him to sleep beside you because he won’t. And it would be very disgusting if he sleeps with you after fucking someone.

That thought was meant to calm my senses, but it heightened them even more! Fuck! I look like a martyr wife, waiting for her cheating husband to come.

And I don’t like this shit. Why am I w