Two fucking months. Two months after a breakup from a relationship that lasted nearly 3 years and I don't even receive a text back. No messages, no calls. No ex who finally found his romantic side and decided to turn up on my porch, singing my favorite song, before begging me for forgiveness and to take him back whilst giving me a hand made canvas, flowers, chocolates or a giant teddy bear. Pfft what a douche bag.
So you're probably wondering what happened? Well, it all started when Mr. Sexypants (Marcus Rouge) happened to get employed at The Latest as my PA. For those of you who don't know, that's a newspaper company. We write the 'latest' gossip on celebs, from who's banged who to red carpet bitch fights. You here that Britney Spears smacked Selena Gomez for copying her dress at the BRITS? You didn't? Well, you will if you buy this week's magazine. Anyway I'm getting sidetracked...
Since I had been single for several months and well I was starting to miss... well you know...being loved, spoiled and everything else that came with a relationship, I saw Mr. Sexypants as the perfect opportunity to get back on the horse! (hehe) Oh who am I kidding, we're talking about me here. Miss Robyn Jessica, the twenty two year old virgin! Yes, virgin! How embarrassing is that?
So when my new personal assistant walked in to MY office, my jaw dropped. I didn't notice until I looked into the reflection of my glass panel office walls, that I was staring at him - wide eyed and almost dribbling, whilst my co-worker was explained about how my PA got replaced, temporarily (unfortunately).
When I noticed I was gorming, I immediately snapped into professional mode and started the nodding dog routine, responding to everything my co-worker was saying with, "yeah", "yep" and "okay". He was such a mumbler.
A few months later, and Mr. Sexypants was now Mr.Jessica. Well we had been together for several years and I knew he had to propose to me soon. But he didn't, instead of a beautiful diamond ring, I received a huge 'fuck you' as I came home to him in bed with not one, but TWO women. Mr.Sexypants turned out to be a deceiving cheat. Wow, should of seen that one coming. Was it me? Was it because I wasn't ready to, you know, "do it"? So I moved out and bought a small but manageable flat in the busy part of the city.
Now look at me; single, lonely and heartbroken.
Living the dream.
P.S Fuck you too, Mr.Sexypants. (or maybe not)
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Dark Love
Romans'Dark love' is a short story about a young girl, Robyn who falls for an attractive, wealthy, yet intimidating business man, Damon James Thornley. A story filled with dilemmas, fantasy and lust, this naughty book is a must read.
