In the middle of the night, Kimberly was awakened by her phone ringing. She fumbled under her pillow for her mobile, barely managing to open her eyes a crack as she groggily tapped the answer button. Instantly, a cacophony of background noise blasted through the speaker. Kimberly clicked her tongue in annoyance, holding the phone away from her ear. “Who is this?” Her voice was thick with irritation at being disturbed in the dead of night.
The person on the other end didn’t speak. “Hello? Say something,” she demanded. Still no response, just the chaotic background noise. With effort, Kimberly forced her eyes open enough to check the caller ID. An unknown number. “Drake?” she guessed sharply.
Finally, there was a response. Drake’s voice came through, hoarse and clearly intoxicated: “Kimberly, I’m miserable. Why won’t you even look at me? I truly love you. Just look at me, please? I’m in so much pain.”
Kimberly’s anger reached boiling point. Her sleep quality was poor at the best of times, with insomnia a frequent issue. She’d finally fallen into a pleasant dream, only to be rudely awakened by Drake’s drunken call. She had work tomorrow, for God’s sake! Her first instinct was to hang up immediately. But the fury bubbling inside her demanded release. She was absolutely livid, and couldn’t end the call without venting her rage.
“Drake, what the hell is wrong with you? If you’re miserable, just die! Don’t call me with your bloody meltdowns! If you’re mentally ill, get treatment. If you can’t be treated, go jump off a building. Stop making me sick with your pathetic behavior. Just sod off!”
Despite her verbal assault, Drake didn’t take offense. He even chuckled. “Kimberly, I think there is something wrong with my brain—it can only think about you and nothing else. I want to die too. Not having your love makes me want to die, but if I died, I’d never see you again.”
“You’re completely mental!” Kimberly snapped before ending the call. She immediately switched her phone to silent mode, flipped it face-down, and tried to resume her sleep.
At the bar, Drake was completely drunk. Two provocatively dressed women sat on either side of him, both persistently pressing against him. “Darling, you’re drunk. Let me take you somewhere to rest,” the woman on his left purred, running her hand over Drake’s chest. “Spend the night with me, won’t you?” the woman on his right whispered seductively, pressing her soft curves against him.
This was the scene Sienna walked in on. “Fuck off!” Sienna was furious. “Both of you, get the hell away from him! Stop trying to seduce my man!” Seeing her fury, the two women feared confrontation with the “official girlfriend” and quickly stood up, hastily departing. Sienna looked at Drake’s intoxicated state with barely controlled anger. After taking several deep breaths to calm herself, she finally helped him to his feet and led him out of the bar.
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