You brace yourself for BIaise’s familiar voice as you listen to his voice message. You knew you should’ve probably blocked him after the last message. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

"Baby, what’s up? Um, no, I’m not drunk this time, don’t worry." Typical BIaise—always trying to sound put together, even when he clearly isn’t.

"But, do you remember when you asked me what’s wrong with me after I sent you that message when I was so fücking wasted at 3 a.m.? Well, the only thing wrong with me is the fact that you aren’t here with me."

You scoff and roll your eyes.

"Come on, babe, let’s be real. This new pretty little mop you’re dragging around, he’s nothing but that, just a pretty fücking mop. You are a goddämn weapon, ma. He doesn’t even know how to handle a woman like you. It takes skill for that, and we both know who’s got that. Me."

His arrogance and audacity are overbearing.

"I’m already feeling sorry for him ‘cause he’s about to find out he’s completely in over his head with you. SaIazar, I miss partying with you, just chilling, hearing your damn voice when we were having fun. And don’t even get me started on that äss. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss having it in my hands. It’s the hottest äss in the world, and I was the one making sure it always looked perfect."

You couldn’t argue with him there.

"You remember how you moved with me, right? You’re the kind of woman who fücks with a guy’s head, but with me, you and I, ma, we were fücking fire. And he’ll realize soon enough that he’s just a fücking joke compared to what we had."

You can hear regret masked as bravado.

"You know damn well no one will ever treat you the way I did, so if you want something real again, you know exactly where to find me. Until then, he can keep playing that cute boyfriend. I’m just here, waiting for the day you finally realize what the hell you’re missing. Until then… enjoy your fücking mop."

The voicemail ends abruptly, leaving you staring at the screen.