Boyfriend for the Weekend

Chapter 24: Not Forgiving, Not Forgetting

We were never the marrying type, oh no,

We won't buy dishes or stained glass lights, oh no,

For a table we'll never sit at,

In the house that we won't ever get,

I won't wake up and pick out your tie, oh no,

You won't come home and kiss me at night, oh no,

We won't lie in this king bed for two,

Say goodbye to us saying "I dos,"

 

No more white picket fences,

No more lace veils or vows,

No more "You're the only one" 'cause that's all done with now,

This is the last love song I'll ever write for you,

This is the last love song I'll ever write for you,

- Last Love Song, ZZ Ward

 

AVA

I parked right in front of Hanna’s apartment building after our shopping trip. She hated me for being so glum the whole time, giving sarcastic comments every five or so minutes.

“God! If I knew you were going to be this difficult, I would have left you alone in your apartment to rot!” She bellowed at me while we were looking at dresses.

I simply kept rolling my eyes at her. Yeah, she could have done that but she didn’t, so now she has to put up with my foul mood.

 

I was thankful, however that she made great effort to remove me from my apartment; my apartment riddled with Oliver’s memories and scents among other things.

 

We were unloading her shopping bags when about six men surrounded us with large, high powered cameras.

 

“Ms. Baron! Is it true that you and Oliver Royce have broken up?” One guy whose camera was almost poking my face asked.

 

After the initial question, a storm of others followed.

 

“People saw you storm out of the gala last night and you went home with a bachelor that is NOT Oliver Royce!”

 

“Did he cheat on you?”

 

“Was it his past? You can’t take it, can you?”

 

“Did you think you could domesticate the wild playboy that is Oliver Royce?”

 

There were more questions that just flew past me and more photographers ambushed us