Zenovia

But of course, before I could even answer Maksimillian’s invite to have a date with him, my phone rang. I pushed him to get it, although I wondered who was calling at this time, after dinner. I ignored his groan of complaint when I shoved him aside. I did feel hollow inside when his manhood was pulled out of me. He stayed in the couch as I hunted for my phone, which was among our clothes on the floor, in my purse.

I frowned when I saw the name on the screen.

Mihai.

‘Why is he calling me now?’

I glanced at Maksimillian, still thinking whether or not I’d...