8
Court
English was avoiding me.
Which had been f*****g fine for the first few days. She’d bailed right after we f****d. I’d thought her excuse was just that… an excuse. How could she not want to do that again? f**k, it’d been amazing.
But it hadn’t been an excuse, apparently. She’d redirected all my attempts to contact her. She’d given me some bullshit work to do for the week leading up to the primary. She’d made up some extra clients in the city to keep her busy. I hadn’t even seen her since that night.
I knew I’d see her tonight. She had to be at my mother’s victory party for the primary she was surely going to win. I’d kept my head down and done all the things I was supposed to do. I wasn’t a liability. Blah, blah, blah.
I’d seen it time and time again. I’d been to enough victory
