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dinner. Michael was heading out for the night to meet up with his date, so I decided to call Drake.
Loud music surrounded my ear, and I could barely hear him speak. “Hello?” I asked, confused.
“Heeeeeeeeeey! Who’s this?” a female’s voice asked. Who the fuck was this? She sounded drunk.
“Um, it’s Molly. Is Drake there?” I asked, annoyed.
“I don’t know, sweetie. He’s… busy,” she said, laughing. I quickly hung up, pissed off. I shut my phone off for the night and crawled into bed. I knew Drake and I hadn’t even talked about being exclusive, but he was just with me this morning and for the past two nights. I was feeling jealous when I realized I still barely knew this man. He did have a reputation, after all. It’s not like I didn’t know, but I had hoped after getting to know him this past week that his reputation was exaggerated.
I couldn’t sleep and kept tossing and turning, thinking about Drake. I pictured him laughing and drinking with skanky bar chicks that would give it up to him in a second. The thought made me sick. I decided to get up and snuggle on the loveseat next to the Chicago view.
I woke up the next day to Stella’s cartoons on the television. She was eating string cheese and olives. “Honey, let me make you some breakfast,” I said, annoyed with her habit of eating whatever she could get her little hands on.
She glanced at me, not noticing the dark circles around my eyes. I had hardly slept at all. I made coffee and whipped up some French toast. Michael dragged his ass into the kitchen, looking like shit.
“You look awful,” I teased, pouring orange juice into my cup.
“So do you,” he scowled. He was right. I knew I looked awful. I didn’t fucking care.
I shrugged, not wanting to tell him what happened. “What are your plans today?” I asked, hoping to lighten the mood and change the subject.
“I have clients to meet today for the fashion blog. We’re doing brunch.” He poured himself a cup of coffee and headed out to the living room by Stella.
It was late afternoon before I decided to turn my phone back on. I had three voicemails, all from Drake’s phone. I didn’t feel like listening to them; I was still too pissed off.
He knew I was going to be calling him last night, so why would he allow some drunken slut to answer his phone?
I decided to take Stella shopping for some retail therapy. She enjoyed walking up and down the Chicago streets, oohing and ahhing at the expensive items. I felt as if someone was watching me, so I quickly turned around and saw him standing there with his son.
Travis.
Already in a mood, I marched over to him. “Wow, you are just everywhere!”
He looked surprised to see me talking to him. “I guess I am.” He chuckled. “Jacob wanted to check out the Disney store. So here we are.”
“Yeah, Stella did too,” I said, calming down. I was pissed at Drake and even though we weren’t officially a couple, I was still vibrating with anger. “So, I’m sorry about yesterday. I didn’t mean to come off rude. Give me your phone,” I demanded. He was caught off guard, and reached into his pocket and handed me his phone.
I scrolled down to my name and fixed the last digit that I had entered incorrectly. “Here, now you have the correct number.” I smiled and handed him his phone back. I could tell he was a little confused.
“Thanks. I’ll call you, and we can set something up.” He grinned, clearly excited that he finally was getting his way.
Stella and I stopped for dinner at a cute little bistro café down the block from the apartment. Once we arrived home, she took a bath and went to bed. She needed at least ten hours of solid sleep to be functional the next day.
I slipped into the bathtub after she fell asleep and smothered myself with bubbles, listening to soft music in the background. I still hadn’t listened to my voicemails from Drake, so after my bath, I grabbed a glass of wine, and pulled my phone out
Loud music surrounded my ear, and I could barely hear him speak. “Hello?” I asked, confused.
“Heeeeeeeeeey! Who’s this?” a female’s voice asked. Who the fuck was this? She sounded drunk.
“Um, it’s Molly. Is Drake there?” I asked, annoyed.
“I don’t know, sweetie. He’s… busy,” she said, laughing. I quickly hung up, pissed off. I shut my phone off for the night and crawled into bed. I knew Drake and I hadn’t even talked about being exclusive, but he was just with me this morning and for the past two nights. I was feeling jealous when I realized I still barely knew this man. He did have a reputation, after all. It’s not like I didn’t know, but I had hoped after getting to know him this past week that his reputation was exaggerated.
I couldn’t sleep and kept tossing and turning, thinking about Drake. I pictured him laughing and drinking with skanky bar chicks that would give it up to him in a second. The thought made me sick. I decided to get up and snuggle on the loveseat next to the Chicago view.
I woke up the next day to Stella’s cartoons on the television. She was eating string cheese and olives. “Honey, let me make you some breakfast,” I said, annoyed with her habit of eating whatever she could get her little hands on.
She glanced at me, not noticing the dark circles around my eyes. I had hardly slept at all. I made coffee and whipped up some French toast. Michael dragged his ass into the kitchen, looking like shit.
“You look awful,” I teased, pouring orange juice into my cup.
“So do you,” he scowled. He was right. I knew I looked awful. I didn’t fucking care.
I shrugged, not wanting to tell him what happened. “What are your plans today?” I asked, hoping to lighten the mood and change the subject.
“I have clients to meet today for the fashion blog. We’re doing brunch.” He poured himself a cup of coffee and headed out to the living room by Stella.
It was late afternoon before I decided to turn my phone back on. I had three voicemails, all from Drake’s phone. I didn’t feel like listening to them; I was still too pissed off.
He knew I was going to be calling him last night, so why would he allow some drunken slut to answer his phone?
I decided to take Stella shopping for some retail therapy. She enjoyed walking up and down the Chicago streets, oohing and ahhing at the expensive items. I felt as if someone was watching me, so I quickly turned around and saw him standing there with his son.
Travis.
Already in a mood, I marched over to him. “Wow, you are just everywhere!”
He looked surprised to see me talking to him. “I guess I am.” He chuckled. “Jacob wanted to check out the Disney store. So here we are.”
“Yeah, Stella did too,” I said, calming down. I was pissed at Drake and even though we weren’t officially a couple, I was still vibrating with anger. “So, I’m sorry about yesterday. I didn’t mean to come off rude. Give me your phone,” I demanded. He was caught off guard, and reached into his pocket and handed me his phone.
I scrolled down to my name and fixed the last digit that I had entered incorrectly. “Here, now you have the correct number.” I smiled and handed him his phone back. I could tell he was a little confused.
“Thanks. I’ll call you, and we can set something up.” He grinned, clearly excited that he finally was getting his way.
Stella and I stopped for dinner at a cute little bistro café down the block from the apartment. Once we arrived home, she took a bath and went to bed. She needed at least ten hours of solid sleep to be functional the next day.
I slipped into the bathtub after she fell asleep and smothered myself with bubbles, listening to soft music in the background. I still hadn’t listened to my voicemails from Drake, so after my bath, I grabbed a glass of wine, and pulled my phone out
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