Maybe listening wasn't such a bad idea after all.
I wanted to punch him. Right in the throat. The fu.cking prick. Because excuse me, what? He's not upset with me? He forgives me? Is he fu.cking serious?
All that did was anger me beyond belief. I have half a mind to call him back right now and tell him to lose my number. And I almost did. My finger hovered over the call icon next to his name as I thought about all the ways I could explode on him. The audacity he has is unfathomable. He's a real fu.cking a.sshole. Definitely not the man he pretended to be that made me fall in love with him.
"Fu.cking prick," I muttered under my breath.
"Who's a fu.cking prick?"
I looked up to see Esti sliding the screen door over to join me outside. She's still in her uniform and smelling like grease. I
