''London, I told you to give Santagato a wide berth.'' Alexi snarls it at me quietly as he comes up behind me at the bar and I just sink in deflation and ignore him hovering right at my back as best I can. He's been on my arse for everything tonight while swanning around with his new skirt and some other girls from the floor like a horny teenager. If he's making a show of not favouring me, then it's effective. Killing what's left of my selfrespect and any inklings my heart might have had to keep on beating for him.
I have literally had to endure him being ground on, kissed, felt up, and had a pair of naked t**s thrust in his face when one of the girls gave him a lap dance. It's some new kind of torture, and yet I managed to look completely unaffected on the outside while my soul committed
