Watching hate scorching in her eyes when she gave me that blow to the face was something I’d never beheld. I was shocked, surprised and hurt at the same time watching her walk away without looking back.
The familiarity of my past came rolling in like thunder clouds on a sunny day. I hate watching people walk out of my life and that’s why I don’t escort the girls out who spend the night here.
“You are doing one amazing job promoting yourself,” Kurt remarked sarcastically handing me an article. “Playboy to a cheater,”
“How did they even find out?” I asked, looking at the cover. AJ wouldn’t run to the media—she’s got dignity so it has to be someone else.
“They are a bunch of predators and maybe you were set up,” Kurt speculated.
It’s been a week since AJ walked out when she found the
