Warning contains s****l content.
We don't go to some scenery to drink our drinks. Instead we sit in the car on our way back to my apartment. We sit in almost complete silence as the scenes of today replay in my head. The amazing day I spent with my mate, which as always, in one way or another, gets ruined by that plastic blonde b***h.
I sigh leaning my head against the glass. It's cold so it soothes my forehead. Dillon takes his eyes off the road and looks at me. "Is everything okay baby?" he asks me but I don't answer. He places one hand ony knee and squeezes it. "Sweetheart talk to me," he pleads.
"I'm just thinking about Ellie," I confess making him growl. "Don't call her that," he tells me. "And baby don't worry. I'm all yours," he assures me. I shrug. "No you're not. You're hers. Y
