Chapter 14

Astra couldn't believe herself as badly as she wanted to. She couldn't. She dropped her bag on the coffee-coloured table and ordered an Americano espresso and a croissant with it. As the waitress took her leave after scribbling her order down, she began to wonder what really happened during the weekends. She knew she was completely out of it when she came to. The beautiful Versace still hung on her wall, adorned with all the sexiness that came with Versace, and her purse still had wads of new notes. What was even funnier was that Nicholas didn't call her or anything. If for nothing else, she would have said he had grown somewhat more mature. I felt more like a man and less like a baby. He didn't call ,didn't check up on her, didn't bother her. Or maybe you disgusted him so much that he didn't see the need to ' Her mind was playing death tricks on her, playing on her insecurities and the broken pieces of that night. Her coffee came right on time; she sipped it while it was hot as hell, and it soothed her nerves as she sipped it down ferociously, nearly forgetting she had the croissant on her table. The whole point of leaving her without an explanation or a call was thrilling, but now her mind couldn't stop picking up bits and pieces, pulling at her subconsciousness so much that she thought she would develop headaches after she finished up here. She badly wanted to dial up Stephanie and give her the scoop about what happened last weekend. She would freak out terribly, but it was better to talk to someone than have to listen to the minute version of herself in her head, tell her or tell her dark things that she badly didn't even want to hear or listen to.