Forty-Five （B）: Harlow

FORTY-FIVE (B)

HARLOW

I stared at my bedroom ceiling, convinced that the past forty-eight hours were nothing more than a nightmare. That the tears drenching my sheets were merely a twisted ruse from my imagination.

Pierce and I are still together.

He doesn’t know about my one sweet lie.

I still have time to tell him, and I will.

I will definitely tell him.

In the next few minutes, I knew Pierce would send me a message about changes in today’s routine, along with a subtle note about where we’d have sex later.

One hour passed.

Then another.

My phone remained silent.

The only thing I received was a text from an unknown number.

Hey girl, hey! It’s Belinda from high school! Are you still making those cute cupcakes or nah? Can I get a freebie discount since we took classes together?