It’s Wednesday. A day that I’m supposed to be mingling with other people and move on from Chuck but I can’t.
Can’t believe he was serious about me staying away from him. He doesn’t want anything to do with me. That’s why I’m all alone in my hotel room. We are at the convention with the models and I still can’t believe he didn’t want to come so as to avoid me.
What type of a man leads a lady on and dumps her ass that fast?
Chuck of course. He is an ass that deserves some whooping. He doesn’t care about me anymore and the more the time passes by, the more it gets worse.
I have not seen him from last week. Can’t stop thinking about him. He just won’t leave my mind. The way he had his arms around my waist to the way he trailed his fingers on my legs.
The way he palmed my hair to the way h
