he smelled of feminine perfume. Standing in the hallway, you looked at him, expecting anything. He raised his head and said slowly, "Little Star, you know what, get out of the house. Stop playing this game, I used you, you were just convenient for me."

You lowered your head, trying not to cry. Back in the room, you took your phone, charger, passport, car keys and wallet with cards, threw on a leather jacket and walked around it. You looked at him over your shoulder and walked out the door. So he's got another crush. This relationship has changed you a lot. You've become more cold and distant, now you've gone from a sweet, kind girl to a bitch who only worried about her ass. Last two months. While drinking your second Margarita at the bar, you looked around and turned your gaze to the booths. Kennedy and some woman were sitting and drinking gin.