It’s tempting; so is the apartment, knowing he would never be in it, but I just can’t.

The swirling knot of sickening tension in my stomach is a healthy foreboding sign. Never get into bed with this man … he will fuck you, fuck you over and fuck you clean out the window without a second look. He did it to me spectacularly.

‘So, you found a use for me and decided it was time to pick me back up out of the gutter, right?’ I can’t hide the hurt in my voice or the disdain, ...