Chapter 61 - His Voice

• It was like a damn bucket of cold water falling on my head, a fucking feeling of desperation that tried to suffocate me but didn't finish doing so, it was like the faint torture that tried to perpetuate itself and did nothing to stop. I didn't want Rome's words to be true, but deep down and deep inside I knew that they had all the logic and reason in the world: Why else would she choose me? Why propose it to me and not to someone else?
• What struck me most about all this was thinking that so many things could have been planned. What if he really influenced me to work at the club? How else would Rome know that the place was called “ The house of love ”? There were too many coincidences to think otherwise. Had I really arranged all the chips so that no one would want me for something else because of what I had to do as a profession?
• Thinking about all those things made my anger rise the same way milk rose when it boiled and I didn't want that feeling there.