Chapter 389

DRAKE What is it with me and hanging around street corners in Brooklyn? I’m going to get a reputation if I keep this up. Drake James, neighborhood creep. I don’t feel like I have any other choice right now though. As soon as she left the other day, I started to miss her. Everything ached without her near—my heart, my head, my cock. Even at work, I couldn’t function without her. Not only is she a great secretary, but it turns out she’s essential to me keeping my head on straight. I can’t concentrate in meetings, I’m fucking up paperwork, and I missed a court date for the first time in my life. Work has always been my great solace, the one thing that has never let me down, but it isn’t doing the trick anymore. There’s simply no space in my mind for work. It’s too full of Amelia. How the fuck did I let things get this bad? I did what I did for her sake. It came from a place of love. Which, I realize as I even think those stupid words, sounds fucking ridiculous. How can you hurt someone as