#Chapter35
Playing With Fire-02
/"You’re probably right. I’ll just regret it./" I don’t bother looking at him. My tears finally fall on my face, and I wipe them before I can gather the things. I look back at him still half-naked, and now he’s not looking at me. /"I should go and thanks for the rejection of the century. I’m leaving tomorrow. I should have just go to the bar and have a few drinks./"
He curses, and his voice echoes in the entire penthouse, startling me. /"You’re not going to drink, Abby./"
I can see the pain in his eyes.
Pain in his eyes, my ass!
/"What money can’t buy, Seb? Got a fake ID in my purse./" Which is a lie. I grab my things and keep walking, and then I pause. /"You can’t stop. You’re not my dad. And I might just pick some hot dude to fuck me in the alley./"
