Chapter Eight-Giselle

This is not how I imagined I would end up at my age. Sleeping on my mother’s couch.

FML.

After hours of tossing and turning, I finally pass out only to be woken up by a godawful racket.

“What the shit?”

Ugh. This is what’s wrong with health conscious people.

I grunt and get up from the sofa at the sound of the blender going nuts.

Grabbing my phone, I check the time.

It’s only five in the morning, and someone is about to get punched in the nose.

Angel dropped me off last night with a chaste kiss on the lips and nothing more, and I have to admit I felt more than a little confused.

The things he said about his intentions and stuff really threw me for a loop. I have no idea if I believe him.

But I want to. And that’s bad.

The second I allow myself to trust him, I know he’s going to break my heart. I’m just not built to deal with all that.

Cheating.

Other woman drama.

Nope. Not me. But how can I expect a man like that to be satisfied with someone like me?

Ugh.