“Don’t you have a girlfriend or something?” I can’t help but laugh. “If I had a girlfriend, why would I have fucked you?” She frowns as she looks up at me. Her eyes never leave mine. I know she’s seen the tattoo on my face, but she never really looks at it. I like that. “Maybe you two had a fight. Shit happens.” “God, Ella, what kind of relationships have you had?” She narrows her eyes at me. “So you don’t have a girlfriend?” “No.” Just a girl locked in my basement.
