98 BELIEVE ME

PERSY

I hated to admit it, but I cried myself to sleep. It was almost like we were back to square one all over again. I did not care who told him about what happened, but did he really believe that I would do that to him? Did he really think I would do that to him? To his business, to be more specific?

I fucking hated it here, but I had to deal with it because, well, I had brought it upon myself.

"Are you ready now?"

I would have jumped if I had ...