He made an attempt to follow me after that but he probably knew it wasn't a good idea.
That night, I wanted a breather to clear my mind. I had this confusion going on and although Marc did make me feel better for a little while, I still ended up feeling irritated, concerned and even more uneasy because of who crossed my path.
"A sugar mommy?... it has to be wrong… It has to be a joke." This became an echo in my mind.
The rest of my weekend was agonising. I basically spent it waiting for Monday. Lost in thought about how I could get the truth about this.
***
I loved this weekend.
Everything felt perfect from the moment I left the office that Friday. Mason had come to get me after work but to my surprise, he had brought cinnamon rolls his mom had baked especially for me that morning. A whole box. Just for me.
