Even my friends would say, "I've seen guys who are whipped, but none as whipped as you."
Back then, I'd proudly reply with a smile, "I'd gladly be Amber's lapdog for the rest of my life."
Thinking back now, I was so pathetic.
On the third day, Amber finally returned.
As soon as she entered the house, she started yelling at me, "Hadson, what is wrong with you? I was gone for so long. And you no give me a calls or texts! Would you even care if I died out there?"
"I was too busy with work these past two days. I forgot."
"Forgot?"
She walked up to me, her eyes wide. "How can you even say that? Do you still have any feelings for me?"
I did have feelings for her.
And that was why I knew she must have gone to see Gilbert these past two da
Less than an hour after she left with Gilbert that night, she updated her Instagram.
It was a video of her and Gilbert clubbing together.
And she captioned it: [Because of you, it's a sunny day.]
So why should I even bother?
But she continued to rant, "Have I been too nice to you lately? Have I given you too much freedom, making you think you can do whatever you want in this house?