Samuel’s P.O.V
I way in the hotel bed. We booked into a hotel last night, our horniness and hormones taking over. Nicola was in the shower while I ordered breakfast for us. As I was in my own happy world my phone started ringing. A number I never recognised but knew it was a California number. I had to answer it in case it was important.
“Hello,” I said as I answered.
“Hey, it is Abby.” I heard at the other end.
What the hell does she want? I now wish I never answered.
“Abby, what do you want?” I said annoyed.
She only calls if she wants more in the divorce, to b***h or trying to get me to meet her for “coffee”, which in her language means s*x. You would think after months, she would get the hint I don’t want her. All I want is for her to be out of my life. Let me marry Nicola
