The only thing Roxanne "Roxie" Robinson wants is the ability to finally move on from the only man she's ever loved. However, that's easier said than done when the woman he left her for is her monster of a step-sister. She's been gone from home and e...
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Roxie's POV
I felt like my stomach had dropped to my ass as I walked away from the baggage claim. I also felt hungover - because I was. Matter of fact, I think I was still a little drunk.
Or maybe a lot, who really knew?
The few drinks I had on the plane didn't help the matter either, but I was going to need the liquid courage more than ever before in my life.
I slipped my sunglasses over my eyes to hide their major glassiness (which would easily give away my current state of sobriety) before beginning to look around for whoever the hell it was that was picking me up. I stumbled towards the closest bench, slumping down onto it and pulling out my now-ringing cell phone.
"Hello?" I rasped out groggily, not bothering to check the caller ID first. I really have to get better at that.
"Roxanne, hello. I was calling to inform you that we're all just so tied up right now that we can't stop to come and get you. You'll have to catch a taxi or something," came Sandra's snooty, stuck up voice that I've hated since day one. Instead of responding, I just hung up and released a tipsy giggle. I ordered a car on my phone before hoisting myself off the bench and began lazily rolling my luggage towards the exit of the airport.
When the automatic doors opened, a large gust of hot air hit me.
Can't say I miss the Texas heat, I thought to myself. I was thankful that I'd been smart enough to wear my light, mesh material tank top and cotton shorts for the plane ride. I wiped away the thin sheen of sweat that's accumulated on my forehead just as my ride pulled up. Wow, talk about service.
