Rory’s POV
I spent the rest of the night pretending to be buried in work just so I could avoid Marcus. The hockey player tried a few times to engage me but eventually gave up, turning on the television before falling asleep as I stared at the blank screen on my laptop.
I know I shouldn’t let that vile woman’s words get to me, but something about how she spoke has stuck with me, and I can’t shake the feeling that she’s right. I AM replaceable, this isn’t a relationship, I don’t even know what THIS is. Marcus isn’t a settling down guy, he’s a player, hell, he picked me up in a bar and took me back to a hotel, happy not to exchange names with me.
I lean back in my seat, staring out of the window at the rain that is running down the pane. It’s almost six o’clock, and we are about to take of
