HAYLEY: TODAY
(Present Day)
San Francisco, California
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One week later
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THE FIRST BOTTLE OFsleeping pills prescribed by Jonathan's doctor caused the strangest side effects I'd ever experienced.
I was anticipating headaches or slight nausea. Not an increased, unbearable sex drive that drove me to caress my clit and moan into my pillow every night. Nor was I expecting never-ending fantasies to take the place of my nightmares and leave me wanting to slip into Corey’s bed and climb on top of him while I was sober.
Then again, I might as well have been living in the house alone from the way he was treating me lately.
In response, I kept my things packed in my suitcases, never making use of his dressers. And outside of the coffee tools in the kitchen, I never made myself at home.
Instead, I resigned to my new daily routine with Mr. Asshole: A silent morning ride to work together, ignoring each other's presence at work, and coming home to even more silence.