Richard was still holding me. He knew me, he knew me too damn well. "Here... give me your keys, let me put your stuff inside. Let's go, I'll take you back to your place. You're in no condition to drive. I'll take a cab back. Come on."

I was too sad, too tired to argue with him. All these mixed feelings that I have towards James, being a sugar baby, my frustrations with my parents, Ashley and Nicole, and also Richard.

Fuck!

Why was he being nice to me? I thought we were done?

"Richard, why are you doing this? I thought we're done? Your mother wouldn't want you to...