she’s been pining over since she began working at Morgan and Associates five months ago. Of course, nothing had actually happened, but it didn’t stop her dreaming. Even regular pick-ups failed to distract her from the amazing Craig.
“You should see the way he looks at me,” Jess whines, her pretty face forming a pout. “It’s obvious there’s something there. I mean, why else would he go on about how unhappy he is in his marriage, and always go out of his way to talk to me?”
“Because you drop everything for him?” I suggest. “He strings you along because he likes the attention, Jess. You deserve more than that.”
“Maybe,” she mutters. She narrows her eyes and downs the rest of her vodka. “I just wish he was that easy to get over.”
I flash her a sympathetic smile. I understand, but at the same time I hate seeing her chasing after some married guy. Maybe it’s the aftermath of being cheated on myself, but I can’t help thinking of the guy’s poor wife. No matter how bad their relationship is, nobody deserves that.
The rest of the night drags on. Not even the alcohol I’m consuming has the ability to make me forget the mess that is my life. Things were supposed to start going right for me this year, not get progressively worse.
Nick had been the one thing I thought I’d always have. There was no hint that he wasn’t happy. Hell, I’d been half expecting him to pop the question coming up to my birthday, but it obviously wasn’t meant to be. As much as I try and pretend I’m over him and ready to move on, I know I’m not. It hurts, and it’s going to keep hurting for a long while yet.
It’s nearly one in the morning when I stumble into my apartment. The night had turned out much longer than I had planned, and even then, I left before the others. Last I saw, Jess had dragged Dee out onto the dance floor where some random guy had begun hitting on Jess. I’d watched for a moment as they tag-teamed him, Jess rubbing her way down his front as Dee ground her ass into his back. It was almost painful to watch how drunk they were.
Most nights out with those two ended up with me fighting a raging hangover the following morning. Unfortunately, it didn’t take much to make me regret the little amount I’d drunk.
I kick off my heels and unzip my skirt, easing the smooth fabric down over my thighs. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I reach up and unclasp my hair, letting my long, dark curls fall over my bare shoulders. Looking at myself, I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with me. I’m pretty cute. My body is in pretty good shape, considering the amount of crap I eat, and I like to think I have a good personality. So why did he cheat on me? I sigh, because I hate that he has me doubting myself. If there’s one thing I’ve never lacked, it’s confidence in myself. But I guess catching your boyfriend fucking someone hotter and younger will do that to you.
I’m exhausted, but at the same time I’m too buzzed to sleep, so instead I run the bath. It takes me a second to remember that that’s where my predecessor killed herself, and my desire to bathe begins to diminish rapidly.
Pulling on my robe, I turn off the taps and curl up on the sofa to watch the ending of an old movie. Why can’t life be as simple as these movies make it out to be? When is my knight in shining armor going to swoop in and rescue me from the hell that is fast becoming my life?
I’m twenty-four, unemployed, and my boyfriend of three years cheated on me. I can’t imagine things getting any worse.
Chapter Two
Charlotte
You’d think having a cousin in a top position at a big-name newspaper would be an advantage for me. Apparently, it’s not.
“I’m sorry, Char. It just isn’t going to happen at the moment. I can’t even get you in here making coffee or doing the mail run.”
Yeah, you’d love that too. There is a chuckle in her voice and I know she’s enjoying this. I
“You should see the way he looks at me,” Jess whines, her pretty face forming a pout. “It’s obvious there’s something there. I mean, why else would he go on about how unhappy he is in his marriage, and always go out of his way to talk to me?”
“Because you drop everything for him?” I suggest. “He strings you along because he likes the attention, Jess. You deserve more than that.”
“Maybe,” she mutters. She narrows her eyes and downs the rest of her vodka. “I just wish he was that easy to get over.”
I flash her a sympathetic smile. I understand, but at the same time I hate seeing her chasing after some married guy. Maybe it’s the aftermath of being cheated on myself, but I can’t help thinking of the guy’s poor wife. No matter how bad their relationship is, nobody deserves that.
The rest of the night drags on. Not even the alcohol I’m consuming has the ability to make me forget the mess that is my life. Things were supposed to start going right for me this year, not get progressively worse.
Nick had been the one thing I thought I’d always have. There was no hint that he wasn’t happy. Hell, I’d been half expecting him to pop the question coming up to my birthday, but it obviously wasn’t meant to be. As much as I try and pretend I’m over him and ready to move on, I know I’m not. It hurts, and it’s going to keep hurting for a long while yet.
It’s nearly one in the morning when I stumble into my apartment. The night had turned out much longer than I had planned, and even then, I left before the others. Last I saw, Jess had dragged Dee out onto the dance floor where some random guy had begun hitting on Jess. I’d watched for a moment as they tag-teamed him, Jess rubbing her way down his front as Dee ground her ass into his back. It was almost painful to watch how drunk they were.
Most nights out with those two ended up with me fighting a raging hangover the following morning. Unfortunately, it didn’t take much to make me regret the little amount I’d drunk.
I kick off my heels and unzip my skirt, easing the smooth fabric down over my thighs. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I reach up and unclasp my hair, letting my long, dark curls fall over my bare shoulders. Looking at myself, I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with me. I’m pretty cute. My body is in pretty good shape, considering the amount of crap I eat, and I like to think I have a good personality. So why did he cheat on me? I sigh, because I hate that he has me doubting myself. If there’s one thing I’ve never lacked, it’s confidence in myself. But I guess catching your boyfriend fucking someone hotter and younger will do that to you.
I’m exhausted, but at the same time I’m too buzzed to sleep, so instead I run the bath. It takes me a second to remember that that’s where my predecessor killed herself, and my desire to bathe begins to diminish rapidly.
Pulling on my robe, I turn off the taps and curl up on the sofa to watch the ending of an old movie. Why can’t life be as simple as these movies make it out to be? When is my knight in shining armor going to swoop in and rescue me from the hell that is fast becoming my life?
I’m twenty-four, unemployed, and my boyfriend of three years cheated on me. I can’t imagine things getting any worse.
Chapter Two
Charlotte
You’d think having a cousin in a top position at a big-name newspaper would be an advantage for me. Apparently, it’s not.
“I’m sorry, Char. It just isn’t going to happen at the moment. I can’t even get you in here making coffee or doing the mail run.”
Yeah, you’d love that too. There is a chuckle in her voice and I know she’s enjoying this. I
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