I awaken on the couch with sore eyes. I guess I fell asleep here after Roman left.
I get up and as luck would have it my neck is stiff. After a long hot shower I changed into tan jeggings, dark brown suede knee high boots, and an orange brown turtle neck knit sweater.
After doing my hair in a neat bun, I applied very light make up to hide my tear stained cheek.
I grab everything I need and head out to my car.
I was in the dining room with Kiley and her friends discussing her room when Roman and the guys strolled in and took a seat.
I couldn't help but noticed several hickies on his neck and arms which was like a stab in the heart.
I advert my eyes down to my computer trying to keep tears from flowing.
I acted like he didn't exist even though I can feel his eyes staring holes in the side of my head.
I was surprisingly professional throughout the whole meeting.
I was at my car when I saw his face in the reflection of Roman in the window of my car.
"Can I help you?" I turn around with my arms folded.
"Making sure you understand that we're over."
"I got the message loud and clear when you blamed me for getting pregnant," I paused scanning the hickies and scratches on his arms. "Seems like you had fun last night?"
"I can't believe I was dumb enough to fall for you." I scoffed before climbing into my car and driving off without a last word.
I try my hardest but I cannot stop the tears from streaming down my face.
I thought I was different to him but I guess not.
I was nothing but a fuck toy to him.
He can go to hell for all I care.
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Biker Kind of Love (Extreme Revisions)Romance
Polly Tempton is a twenty-three year old designer of basically anything, she's also a twenty-three year old virgin. But that comes to an end when she meets Roman, vice president of the motorcycle club hell hounds. Her and Roman basically become a th...