Chapter Forty One

“What are you doing here?” Jenna is standing, holding a large gift box, and I hate her dressing sense. Jesus, someone takes her to someone who teaches her how to wear a perfect dress. She came inside, and more inside. Wait, she’s coming to me? I get up and stand near the window.

“Happy birthday, baby." She kissed my right cheek.

“Thank you. You don’t need. ” I feel nothing. Maybe if Rose kissed me, then the scene would be something else.

“Why not? I thought we would sit and celebrate your birthday alone.” No, please. I want to go.

“I’m a little busy.” Avoiding her, I acted busy at work.

“Liar... I will check your schedule, so sit down and let’s talk.” Then she kept going and going. One hour passed, but her talk still went on. She’s a pain in my ass.

“You’re coming, right? How stupid am I? It’s your birthday party.” The attitude she’s throwing at me like a boss—I hate it.

“I told you.” Fuck the party again.

“Your mom arranged the party so.” She always cuts my words, and this is the mos