I was now seated by the cafe where the driver dropped me, waiting for Loren. I still couldn’t believe that Clinton just wanted me as his pleasure toy, nothing serious.
I was in public, so by all means I avoided shedding tears.
“Jessie!” Loren, in her lively mood as usual, shouted my name and hugged me. “I’ve missed you so much,” she pouted her lips as she sat across from me.
“I’ve missed you too.” I said and waited for her to settle.
“So tell me, what happened?” She asked.
“Clinton doesn’t want me.”
“What? Oh Jess I told you already. Did he dump you?” She asked, sounding concerned.
“No.”
“I don’t understand.” She shook her head.
“I talked about the idea of us being open again, but he refused; he would rather have me as his side chick.”
“He said that?” She looked disappointed; Cl
