The fact that she was hot didn’t help a bit.
I knew she was trouble right from the get-go, but people do stupid shit when they are broke, and I was no exception.
I cut her loose eventually, but it was too little, too late. She couldn’t let go of me.
I strung her along as much as I could, but she eventually realized I wouldn't fuck her again, so she blackmailed me.
Somehow I missed the fact that she wasn’t the kind of woman who takes no for an answer, and before I knew it, she told her husband about me.
That’s how it all came crashing down on me, and I found out who he really was.
Let’s say it wasn’t a pretty meet and greet.
Not at all.
His goons left me bruised in a parking lot not far from Jill’s.
The fact that I left one with his head cracked open and the other with his balls slashed didn’t help my cause either.
I stopped going to Jill’s.
I didn’t plan to go back on the streets, anyway. Not so fast, and not after those nights with Senna.
Things seemed to calm down for a while, and Carla, the married woman, stopped texting me. I was truly hoping she had given up.
I haven’t heard from her up until now.
I wish this were nothing more than a trick to get me back in a room with her again, but something tells me that it’s not. If that’s the case, I can’t bring this kind of person near my home.
I gaze down the corridor, furtively checking a man and a woman walking away. I am perusing the room numbers when a door opens, and Carla pulls me in.
She shows me to the couch, but I know better than that, so I stand. Running her fingers through her long blonde hair, she examines me.
She tilts her chin up, pointing to the scratches and the bruises marring my arm. Then she flicks her finger to the cut on my lip.
“Is that him?”
“No,” I say, lying.
“You want a drink?”
“No, thanks.”
She pours herself a glass of gin.
“I missed you, Jaden.”
“That’s not why we’re here, are we?”
She glances at me, sadness flitting through her eyes.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’s such an idiot,” she murmurs.
“Why is he after me?”
“I broke up with him.”
“Why the hell did you do that?”