Undertow

by Alessandra Torre

He doesn’t have time for me. He only has time for work. And for her, that blonde who holds his busy heart in her hands.

“So you want me to ditch you for someone with more time?” He scowled and lifted me up, my arms wrapping around his neck for security, as he carried me across the room and deposited me on his desk. “Fuck no. I will never allow someone to take you from me.”

Get an everyday man to satisfy those needs.” He met my gaze as his pace resumed, that dark glitter of intensity that I loved returning to his eyes. “But I will always own your heart. And he’d be second to me there.”

I understand that you may hate me. That you may curse me for my greed. But if I’m okay with it, and they’re okay with it, how is it anyone else’s right to judge me?

Seeing Paul’s face pulls the final nail from the coffin that is my sanity.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤯🤯🤯

At some point you’ll have to join the real world. And the real world changes people. The real world takes your cheery little smile and turns you in a dark cloud of reality. It drowns you in bills and expectations and adds pound after pound of reality on your shoulders until you’re struggling under the weight of it all.”

I find the remote with my free hand and jab at the button.

Girl, I know what u feel, fucking men…please just sedate me from their bullshit.