Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I understand,” I told her, not wanting her to feel guilty for doing her job, even if it crushed me to move out of here. I was the one in the wrong after all.
Brianna nodded, staying silent for a few seconds as her eyebrows knitted in thought. She then sighed and stepped back from my door.
“I’m sorry. I’ll let you pack, and you don’t have to rush everything out of here today. You can take a week,” she said.
“Okay, thanks,” I replied with a nod, forcing a faint smile on my face because she was still a good person in my eyes.
Brianna turned and headed down the hallway, her head hanging slightly.
I watched her walk off before shutting my front door and turning to peer at my apartment.
The one where I worked so hard to achieve the right vibe and level of comfort to come home to after working at the office as an assistant all day long.
Where I made my first successful pie in the tiny, minimalistic kitchen.
Where my best friend Madison and her daughter, Chloe, hung out on my teal couch and watched movies with me.
Sadness started to swell in my chest, but I swallowed it down and put my hands behind my head, forcing myself to take in a breath. Honestly, I had been looking for a new start anyway.
My life had been feeling stagnant and unfulfilling lately, so maybe this was the universe’s sign that I needed to shake things up.
I just had to keep my head above water.
Obviously, I didn’t have a moving truck ready immediately, but Brianna was a nice person. I was sure that she would give me a few days to get my things moved out, so I focused on packing one suitcase and a toiletry bag to keep me afloat for the next few days while I stayed at Blake’s place.
Blake was my boyfriend. As of now.
We were on and off constantly, which meant we had fun together and were attracted to each other, but we weren’t exactly relationship compatible at all times.
He wasn’t the most reliable person on the planet, even if he claimed that he would be there for me no matter what. I didn’t know if that was out of laziness or a lack of care. Maybe both.
He definitely had some faults. Quite a few. One of them being that he sold… illegal substances on the side to help pay his bills, which I did my best to turn a blind eye to while we were together.
I didn’t support him doing that, but he wouldn’t stop for me. There was honestly only so much he would do for me.
After packing what I could, I got in my car, which was a beat-up Altima from what felt like a hundred years ago, and drove ten minutes to get to Blake’s small house that he rented.
The wooden floor of the porch was creaky and probably a year or two from starting to rot, and the dark green paint on the house’s vinyl siding was fading and flaking, but it was a nice, modest two-bedroom unit. At twenty-five, I wouldn’t complain about that in the slightest.
I knocked a few times and waited, glancing at myself in the reflection of one of the front windows. Two beaded bracelets that Chloe had made for me from her craft supplies rested on my right wrist.
My large band shirt hung off my petite yet curvy figure, which was better accented by my black skinny jeans with rips in the knees. Ones that Blake constantly told me that I looked good in.
Where was he?
I tried the doorknob and saw that it was unlocked. I had been in and out of Blake’s house constantly, and he told me on multiple occasions that I was always welcome to come by. Hopefully, he meant that because I truly didn’t have anywhere else to go right now.
After slowly pushing the door open, I poked my head inside and glanced around, not seeing Blake in the kitchen or living room.
“Blake?” I said as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me.
I left my things in the foyer and headed deeper into the house where the master bedroom and bathroom were located, able to hear the shower running.
I relaxed a little and walked into the bedroom to get to the master bathroom, only to freeze at the sight of a naked woman lounging in Blake’s bed.
“Who the hell are you?” the blonde around my age shouted as she bunched Blake’s dark blue sheets over her bare chest.
“Who the hell are you?” I snapped back, my eyes flying to the bathroom door when I heard the shower abruptly shut off.
A second later, Blake burst out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and his shaggy black hair soaking wet.
“What’s going on?” he demanded as he looked between us, shock filling his face.