Karl, however, appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,” he says simply. “You two were always so… friendly together. And you always seemed to be putting on your cutest outfits to see him, pushing your tits together, sticking your ass out…” “Ew!” I blurt out, grimacing. “What is with
Abby Karl walks into the kitchen, and I force myself not to look at him as he strides over. I’m almost done prepping food for the line cooks, and I don’t have time to get into it with him. There’s only so much stress one person can handle before they go crazy, and I’m reaching my limit. We’
I could force him to move, but something stops me. The sort of something I’ll have to question later when I can think straight again. I squeeze my eyes shut, and a tear slips free. “Karl, I…” Suddenly, there’s a loud knock on the door behind us. Karl pulls away, turning from me. I wipe the b
Abby I climb back into my seat and give Adam an apologetic look. “Sorry,” I say. He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I have to get up early, anyway.” He adjusts his seat and gives me a small smile.“I’ll stop by tomorrow night.” “Promise?” “I promise.” There’s a brief silence. A
Tough love seems to be her favorite way to deal with me lately. She thinks I’m spiraling, and I can’t really argue with her. Things haven’t been easy since the divorce. But I’ve managed to survive without Tiffany mothering me, and I’m getting pretty tired of her lectures. She’s just going to have
Abby I weave through the tables, greeting my customers. A lot of my regulars are here tonight, and I stop at Emily’s table. She’s here with her friends, Lunas like her. I know most of them from when Karl and I were married. Emily looks up at me, and I plaster on a smile. “Hi, dear,” she says, h
Abby My fingers tap anxiously against the table as I dial Adam’s number. After a few rings, his voice, smooth and deep, answers. “Hello?” “Adam,” I start, trying to steady my voice, “It’s me.” There’s a slight pause on the other end. “Hey, Abbs. What’s up?” I take a deep breath. “I’ve be
She pulls out a deep blue dress, its fabric gleaming like the night sky. “This. Try this,” she insists. I hesitate, but she shoves it into my hands and pushes me into a dressing room. The dress feels luxurious against my skin, and when I step out to show Chloe, she gasps. “Adam won’t know w