[Hi, Shenna. This is Ophelie. You must remember me. Can we meet? I have a lot of things I want to talk to you about. At L'Cafe at ten.]
I just frowned, reading the text message from an unfamiliar number that turned out to be Ophelie's number, my mate's fiancée. Should I call Dexton 'my mate' when we had no love? Dexton must have only wanted gratification. Although I physically looked like a bundle of rags, my vagina was still a vagina. I could satisfy him, and I was sure he'd want anyone's. Dexton was a player; that much was clear.
I stared at the screen of the thing in my hand for a few minutes until Tabitha came and entered my room. I ignored her.
"Is that a message from your mate?" she asked, resting her ass on the chair across from my desk.
I shook my head. "Nope. It's my mate's fiancée. I don't know where she got my number."
"Ah, her again. What did she say?"
