Dirty Little Heart.

up and I see a modern wooden table that isn’t mine. I immediately start t

ee who it was and damn it, it starts coming back to me. All of it. How perfect last night was, how he made me feel, how seductive h

k out,” I thi

m. As I slip one on my heel in my foot, my eyes get called by a photo frame of him and a woman on the kitchen coun

try to get into each other’s pants. It was just another reason to get out of there f

I see her sitting on the couch looking fu

h*ll were y

bad happened to you. Can’t you call m

! I left my pho

ged her reaction t

D UP?” Say

ask her, “What the h*ll am I going to do Nat? I left my phone

r where you first met. Maybe he come

nd, Nat. I can’t go

y, Angelica? How many hearts are you g

roads, yet we both love each other as if we’re

those guys,” I say. He was,

ny man differ from the other, An

osh. I’ll go back.

e right thing to do,”

like to miss the firs

bath. As my hands move around my body I start having flashbacks of yesterday night. Those fingers, those lips, those crazy a*s abs, Broad sh

me to keep him out of my mind. I get dressed

e sweet and a big bitch at the same time. I reach the parking lot, which seems to be full, l

’s not going to be a problem. I walk through the big glass door with confident steps, as I’ve been wor

nutes. I sit back and do what she says. I wait for 6-7 minutes and then another blonde comes over. Ms A

he corner. It looked like a crime scene where everyone was focused on capturing evidence and catching t

s well cleaned and organized. There wasn’t even a pen out of its place. I sit in the chair in fro

, there’s no harm in peaking around, is it? The door opens just as I’m about to touch and look into the file sitting

them. I shook my head. That voice. It’s so similar. So

e or not. Once I do, I start to shiver to my very core. Jonathan