CHAPTER 6
THE WAITRESS WASN’T kidding when she said the waffles tasted good. After living on food that didn’t require cooking for the last few days, I savoured every mouthful. Except the last one. I wanted to throw up the last one.
Because as I took that final bite, Raul walked out of the salon with his bimbo-s***h-secretary hanging onto his arm. I choked in disgust as she pressed her oversized breasts against him and rubbed his chest. What did she have that I didn’t? Apart from double F-cups, obviously. I glanced down at my more modest Ds, hidden under a floral sundress. He’d never mentioned them being a problem when we were together, and he’d certainly sucked on them often enough.
Was it my personality? Had I not paid enough attention to him? Or had I given off weird vibes while I pla
