Nothing but a kiss to the back of my head followed by silence.
Plus, add in the fact Trevor’s back in town. He’s back to pretending like I haven’t told him I wanted a break and needed time away from him. He’s persistent and it’s annoying the fuck out of me lately.
It’s always what he wants and when he wants it.
It’s like he’s trying to control every aspect of my life.
Trevor left for work about an hour ago, and I feel like I can finally breathe again.
Having Trevor constantly hovering over my shoulder has been nothing short of suffocating. He’s been trying to find out what I’ve been up to. I can’t exactly tell him I went out on a date with the man I’ve been stalking, even if I did want to tell him.
So I lied.
I told him I’ve been at home reading or at work.
One night with Atlas made me hate Trevor.
All it took was a single night of being treated like I mattered to realize I deserve more than what Trevor will ever be willing to give me.
Maybe that was the point.
People tend to come into your life for a reason.
Atlas and I collided together like it was written in the cosmos.
No matter how fleeting it may be, I still crave this.
I still crave him.
It’s about time I put on my big girl panties and talk to Atlas. If he’s going to reject me, I want him to say it in person.
The problem with that is, I don’t really know where he’d be at this hour if he isn’t at home, and I don’t really want to go to his house.
So I do the next best thing, I check Gavin’s social media page. Thankfully, that man posts every little thing that happens, and he posted a selfie with Atlas twenty minutes ago. Atlas’ grin is tight, forced to probably make Gavin happy. It doesn’t reach his eyes. Unlike Atlas’s blue eyes, Gavin’s honey colored eyes spark with laughter.
Seems like luck is on my side tonight because he tagged the bar they’re at.
Looks like I’m going to a bar.
I will not be putting on anotherdress.
Nope.
I’m dressing for war.
I start off with my matching red lace bra and panty set. I’m planning to go out with a bang, if you know what I mean.
I pair that with a black skater skirt, thigh high white socks with garters, and a white crop top. I put my hair into a high pony tail and decided to wear my red hightop converse this time.
I slip my pocket knife into the garter on my thigh and take one last look in the mirror.
You can see my red bra through my thin shirt.
Did it look a little slutty? Maybe.
But Hell, I’d want to fuck me.
Let’s just hope he will too.
