Chapter 31: Beau

Beau

Three days, and not a word.

No call or text.

Hendrix never came home to change and head back out. Nothing. Made me feel as if I had done something wrong by just existing.

It was as if the ground had swallowed him whole, and at that point I was past worried. Now, I was pissed. How dare he do this to me?

How dare his secretary treat me like a nuisance when I called to see if he was in.

Sure, I knew men in his position traveled the world while the trophy wife stayed home, but they communicated. Told them at the least how long they'd be gone and why.

You're not his real girlfriend.

And that stung. Truth always did hurt the most when it smacked you in the face.

I was tempted to head back to my apartment. To get out of his luxurious penthouse with too much white. Everywhere. Everything.

All expensive. Imported. And white.

His home, while beautiful, was sterile. All clean lines and modern design.

It was cold. Empty. Lacked warmth and comfort.

No splashes of color to give it that lived