#Chapter137
Fuck Off!
FORREST
Where the fuck is she?
SHE JUST left! I was just waiting for my break to chat with her, then I found her seat empty. There was no way she went with that jackass!
I had a few ideas about Megan’s history of hook-ups, but I was the last person to judge her—she was a consenting adult. I just didn’t want her to mix with that scumbag of all the people because he had a flashy card at his disposal.
/"I’ll be right back./" I patted Dice on his shoulder and took off my apron.
My blood was already boiling, and I badly wanted to light a stick if I wasn’t still working. I strode toward the exit, hoping to apologize for butting into their chin-wag earlier.
She couldn’t have gone far. The smell of pees and cigarettes assaulted my senses as I scanned the area where Megan could possibly park her car. I sprinted to the parking lot, thankfully, her car tail lights were still on.
