Worst. Hangover. Ever. I feel like someone dragged me through a hedge ten times over. I text Derrick. He doesn't text back. I check my Twitter, Insta, and IFunny. No drunk posts. One drunk tweet:
I luv clubs. Paaaartyyyyyy!
Quickly, I delete it. Phew. I vomit all day, and sleep.
—The Next Day—
Sunday. I see it. Fuck him! He posted a picture on instagram with a blonde chick draped all over him. I call him immediately.
"Who the fuck did you cheat on me with?!" I scream as soon as he picks up.
"No one. She got drunk and threw herself at me."
"Tell me the truth."
"Her name is Laura. I was drunk and it didn't mean any thing!"
"Don't do it again! I'll see you when you get home."
"Bye." Then he hangs up. I feel so guilty. I did fuck Valentina on Friday, though. It feel so good, boning her. I text Mika.
Me:
Wanna grab lunch at my place
Mika:
Sure 1:30?
Me:
See you soon;)
Mika:
You too babe 😘
Babe! She called me babe! And the kissing emoji!
Yes! Why am I so happy about this? I should just go shower.
I spend way too much time getting ready. I look great though.
1:30.
Here we go.
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Bittersweet Love
Chick-LitLucy has been unhappily married for half-a-decade. Her husband, Derrick, is distant and cold, and is almost certainly having sex with another woman. He spends weekends "working", and is never home. Even worse, Lucy starts to develop romantic feeling...
