@rexdaemonum0 ᅟᅟ“god knows i don’t. can barely shit on my own before someone is texting or calling or emailing me.”
ᅟᅟ she laughs again, soft toned, more relaxed now. “and you?”
ᅟᅟ “i spent too long trying to fight people over my image. now i just let them believe what they want.”
ᅟᅟ her shrug is given, another sip down her throat.
“ bad shit happens to good people , i don’t believe for a second you’re a cold cunt “
he spoke softly , almost a husky whisper as he placed his glass down onto the desk .
he’s filling her glass , placing the bottle down and slid the glass back over to her .
“ if you don't mind me asking , what happened between you both “
ᅟᅟ “please.” pushing her glass on the table again, hand curling under her cheek.
ᅟᅟ “i’ll be the cold cunt my ex wants to paint me as. serves me in court, anyways.”
ᅟᅟ “it does. again, doesn’t mean i’ll keep tabs on my ex-husband.” she finishes the glass quickly, leaning back on her seat.
ᅟᅟ “miss croft is a beautiful woman, so really, good for them.”
“ does it not piss you off ? them being with each other right under your nose “
he down’s his drink , lips stinging from the alcohols after burn which fades quickly .
“ piss me off . “
ᅟᅟ “good for them.” she laughs, leaning back on her seat as heels kick over the opposite chair of her, another sip down her throat.
ᅟᅟ “i’m not grayson’s handler. he can fuck whoever he wants.”
and did it work? no, it didn't. he's still out there, addison. he's still terrorizing god knows how many people! ( he sighed deeply, eyes closing for a moment. ) leave.