60: Maggie is Dead

A V E L I N A

Avelina's crying face was the last thing I saw and I hated the fact that my heart squeezed at the memory.

I had been ignoring her calls and texts ever since I kicked her out of the house. She was a cheater and a liar.

My phone was ringing for the umpteenth time. I knew it was Avelina, but I wasn't in the mood to speak to her.

She had played with my feelings.

She was a whore.

A fucking slut.

And I was done with her.

"Hey, Mr. Salvatore. Do you want me to get the call?" My secretary asked.

"No, no. It's okay. Thank you."

"Yes, sir." She turned and walked away. I hated myself for missing Avelina. I hated myself for wanting to hear her voice. I was an idiot for feeling sorry for her.

I hated the fact that I wanted her in my arms. I was angry at the fact that I wanted to hold her.

The phone kept ringing and it was really annoying.

"Fuck it." I hissed and picked up the call. My secretary walked out, giving me privacy.

"What do you want, Avelina?" I growled, not holding back.