Diora
After tidying up the kitchen, I switched off the lights and grabbed my wine glass from the countertop, heading to my room. I plopped on my bed and picked up my phone to FaceTime Christine since she practically made me swear on my life to call her before she left my office this afternoon.
But I had barely begun calling her number when my phone chimed with a text message. The sight of his name popping up at the top of my screen made my heart lurch to my throat.
Bubba.
You didn't drop the file from earlier. I need it now. Bring it to my place.
I nearly choked on air at the ridiculousness of his text. It was late already. I understood that he hated my face so much but was he really going to put me through the stress of bringing a file to him by this time of the night?
A frown autom
