Chapter 35 Hurts to be Human
*Ophelia*
I don’t answer any calls from Mac Daddy until I’m in a taxi.
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all morning. Where have you been?” he snaps.
“Busy,” I deadpan. “I’m going to Little Rock.”
I’m sure if he were standing before me, I’d watch my manager’s jaw hang down to his feet. I’d thought long and hard about what to do since my last call with Mac Daddy yesterday. I'd been sitting in my hotel room, repeatedly reviewing our phone call in my head.
And then, just like always, Asher’s face appeared. I hadn’t heard from him in a week, and I did as Mark asked, I gave him space. But I thought Asher would have finally called me by now. I thought maybe, just maybe, we could talk things out over the phone.
I saw he lost his game over the weekend, and it was just another reason I wanted to call him. But I didn’t. I left him alone.
And now I can’t do it anymore.
“What the hell are you going to Little Rock for?”
“Asher Slater,” I confirm.