can I miss you?

Latifa’s pov

Call him. Don't call him. Call him. Don't!

Those were rent-free in my head and its repetition slavish. Dizziness flooded my sense of reasoning and as tipsy as I was, I was still concerned. My friends could laugh for all they cared but I was enticed by my thoughts. Last night, I was not having it when I tried making out with a client for ease of mind's sake. I went to the very club where I had met Alastair for the first time to have a drink. On getting there I popped into a man who convinced me to keep my night warm. We had a couple of drinks, a few chops, pizza, and extra drinks. My friends and I were enjoying the whole company and at the same time, they were scared for me, they knew how captive I had been held by Alastair's love, and with the act I was displaying right there, they were totally against it. They left with their sponsors for tonight leaving me with the least of them. I pulled up with him in a room he had paid for and let him kiss me all over my body, with hi