Chapter 21. Broken and Torn

I still remember that I didn’t like Clinton before because he was so playboy back then. But destiny is just playful.

But clothes that are new as they last fade as well. Clinton did the same. His, being a playboy also faded.

If he loves me. He just has to.

There are still women stalking Clinton.

My sister, my rival, has gone but there is still someone left, Cassy.

I picked up the waiter’s freshly ground cocktails and drank it.

Neon lights dance anywhere. That’s intoxicating. People were dancing briskly on the dance floor. Some are already drunk and others are staggering. I laugh at the women I see who are drunk and can hardly walk and are being supported by men to take them out.

“That girl! Maybe she will be fuck tonight.” Jenn said when she saw the woman. I laughed at what she said.

Her boyfriend, Brandon, scolded her immediately. Our table is noticeable. How could it not be? We have Martin, Jenn’s ex, with us here but they are okay no