Page 6 of Some Nights

Pack up all your shit and leave. I'm filing for divorce.My finger hovers over the send button. What if I'm making a mistake? Am I really as inflexible as he’s accused me of being?

Some nights you just had enough.The line blares through the speakers and if that's not a sign, I don't know what is.

I hit send. There's no way I can share a bed and a life with him, not after this. I've been making excuses for years because he loved me, was a good, faithful man, in sickness and in health, and blah blah blah. Marriages go through tough times and you fight because giving up is not an option. But he lied, used me and wasn’t faithful.

And I was the only fool who’d taken those vows as real.

Twenty seconds later, the text message barrage from David starts again. My screen vibrates one time after the next.

I love you.

Don’t do this to us.

You know it didn’t mean anything.

I can’t lose you.

Fucking call me now, Saona.

I send a message to my sister, telling her what I did and letting her know I'm putting my phone on airplane mode. I don’t want his calls or messages. I don’t want anything from him.

"You're not smiling anymore." My favorite bartender, with his sexy and perfect smile is back.

"Doing what needs to be done is not always pleasant."

His eyebrows shoot up.

I shake my head. "Thanks for the song. It helped me step out on one ledge."

"Haven't you heard? Bartenders are kinda like priests. We're just here doing God's work."

I bet your hands can work miracles.

"How long have you been doing God's work, Jax?"Good girl.But next time, try not to sound like a sex kitten when you say his name.

His tongue darts out and sweeps across his bottom lip, making my pussy clench. "Since college. This is a side job."

"Oh. What do you do full time?"

"I'm a federal employee."

I laugh. "Seriously?"

His eyes narrow. "What did you think I do?"

Stripper, nude male model, porn star?

I settle for a pathetic, “I don’t know.”

The blush must color my whole face because he chuckles and hooks a finger in his pocket. "You're funny. What's your name?"

"Saona."

"Sah-OH-nah," he repeats, and I soak my panties when he makes the syllables out like a moan. "What does it mean?"

"It's the island where my parents met."

"Cool. Where is it?

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