Bryce's POV
The ringing sound of the telephone, shaking rigorously in its stand pulls me out of my reverie, making me conscious of what I have been doing since I came into my office. I have been staring blankly at the laptop in front of me, not concentrating but giving the distraction a chance again, as I have been doing for four days.
I barely let things distract me but here I am letting it get to me. I am not distracted by my breakup with my fiancee, instead, I am distracted by the night with Crystal, the p********e. I can't get a hold of myself and the thought annoys me.
How can I be thinking of a low-life proud p********e like her? Why can't I stop thinking about her? I said I won't go back there again but it is unbearable for me to just sit at home, thinking about her when
