“That fucking prick.”
“I love him.”
“It won’t make a difference.”
“I’m begging you.”
“Okay,” he reluctantly agrees. “I’ll call you back.”
In less than five minutes, my cell rings again.
“Hello.”
“I’m so sorry,” Drew says, melancholy in his voice.
“What did he say?”
“Forget him, Pepper, and move on with your life.”
“I need to know… for closure.”
“He doesn’t want to see or talk to you again,” he says dismally. “If you need me, I’m just a call away.
“Thanks.” I end the call.
I curl into a ball and cry for my broken heart. Why does this hurt so badly?
“Sweet pea, what’s wrong?” Mia sits on the bed and pulls my head onto her lap.
In my despair, I didn’t hear her come home.
“Dom doesn’t want me anymore!” I wail, burying my face into her stomach.
“Screw him. You’re too good for that bastard anyway.”
I grab my keys from the nightstand and make a beeline for the front door.
“Where are you going?” Mia asks, right on my heels.
“To confront him. He doesn’t get to end it this way.”
She snatches the keys from my grasp.
I whirl on her. “What are you doing?”
“I can’t let you go.”
“Give me the fucking keys!” I scream.
“No,” she says, holding them behind her back.
“Fuck you, Mia! You’re not my goddamn mother!”
“It’s for your own good.”
“I love him.” Tears roll down my cheeks. “You wouldn’t understand because you’re a whore who fucks anybody.”
“If you go to him, by morning, you’ll hate yourself.”
