Milly's pov
I’ve been feeling like crap for a couple of days now; it's worst in the evenings, like a searing pain in my abdomen making me hiss in pain; it only goes on for about 45 minutes, and then it stops, just like that, it’s not enough for me to be worried that I’m dying or something like that. Still, anyone’s the hell out of me when I’m at work or in class.
It’s been two weeks since the most perfect man on earth had s*x with me, and I’m ashamed to say that it doesn’t matter if he left me high and dry. I still would let him do me in a heartbeat if he walked up to me and asked for another round.
God, I’m such a slut, for a man that obviously wanted one thing and left me, pathetic.
I stare out of the big windows, dressed in my waitress outfit of a black t-shirt and skirt, just above
