JESSICA

Just a friend or there is more?

I sat back in the plush leather seat of Phil's chauffeured car, my mind still replaying the events of the evening. As we pulled up right in front of my home, I finally said the words I should have said to him back at his place. “Thank you, Phil.”

“For?,” he asked, looking genuinely surprised.

“For not taking advantage of my drunken state just like that monster did at Santa Monica,” I said to him, a bit upset. I was yet to fully forgive myself for what that monster had done to me.

“Who are you talking about?,” he asked, curious.

“Nevermind,”...