thought we had an understanding. Anything that happens outside of work stays outside of work.”
“I didn’t plan on throwing you up on the counter or bending you over that damn table and fucking your brains out. I just wanted to sit and have a damn cup of coffee with you, Addison. We’ve never done that outside of work.” He snatches his mug and goes over to the table to sit down. “I get it. You don’t want to be seen with someone like me. I’m so damn sorry I’m not a ripped model out of one of your shitty magazines.” He rubs the scruff on his face and takes a gulp of his coffee as if it’s not even scalding hot.
I’ve never heard him raise his voice before, and I’ve never heard him say fuck. Hell, when we’re having sex it’s never even felt like a fuck. It normally feels like nothing, at least for me, anyway. Obviously, I get off otherwise I wouldn’t hook up with him. But it isn’t anything spectacular by any means. Actually, maybe it is and I just don’t realize it because I’m always shit-faced when we do have sex. I honestly don’t know, which makes my curiosity pique. I must admit, seeing him get pissed off at me is pretty hot. No, he isn’t some ripped guy out of one of my magazines…but, it’s not that he isn’t attractive. He’s very attractive to me. Tall, average build, dark perfectly styled hair, black rimmed glasses, and normally he’s got a freshly shaven face but it looks as if he’s growing out his facial hair. Stubble covers his cheeks and jaw. He’s kind of nerdy looking, okay, he’s very nerdy looking. That’s not why I don’t want to be seen with him though…I just don’t want a relationship.
I pour a cup of hot coffee and stir in some hazelnut cream and sugar, then slowly walk over to Garrett’s table and sit down across from him. He remains silent and still as he reads a book about poker. I sigh and I look down at my fingernails and notice the chipped bright red polish and begin picking at them. Garrett mocks my sigh and flips a page in his book. I can’t help but giggle a little. I really know nothing about him, well, except that he works in the IT department here and we both hide out in the same low-key bar. I guess he likes coffee and is also into poker, he may even have a little bit of a sense of humor.
“You know you don’t have to sit here and drink your coffee with me out of sympathy. I’d really rather you leave and go about your day. Maybe you could even go sit in Shelly’s locked office and wait for her for the next hour to talk about your really important stuff,” Garrett says without looking up from his book. Ouch, I guess I deserve it though. I scoot the chair back, grab my coffee, and walk out of the break room.
To my surprise Hilton is still sitting in my office. She’s done sobbing, for now at least. I open up the blinds, then take a seat next to her.
“Sorry I’m still in here. I just feel kind of numb. I don’t want to move, honestly. I don’t even know if I can move. I don’t know what to think, feel, or do. I just want to sit here. Maybe somehow I’ll figure everything out in this uncomfortable chair.”
“Whatever you decide, I’ll support your decision.” I try my best to sound comforting. Hilton’s phone vibrates. After reading the message she starts to sob again. “Who is it?” I probably shouldn’t ask, but it just comes out. She throws me her phone and I read the text message.
Babe <3: I don’t want a damn kid Hil. Hopefully you lose it and we don’t have anything to worry about. I’ll pay for the abortion. You decide it’s me or the fucking baby!
I really don’t even know what to say to her…I can’t even begin to imagine how she feels.
“If it counts for anything, I grew up without a dad. My mom and I did just fine,” I confess. Hilton starts crying harder. I figured that would help the situation, but I guess I’m wrong.
“Will you go to my first appointment with me, Addison, please?” She
“I didn’t plan on throwing you up on the counter or bending you over that damn table and fucking your brains out. I just wanted to sit and have a damn cup of coffee with you, Addison. We’ve never done that outside of work.” He snatches his mug and goes over to the table to sit down. “I get it. You don’t want to be seen with someone like me. I’m so damn sorry I’m not a ripped model out of one of your shitty magazines.” He rubs the scruff on his face and takes a gulp of his coffee as if it’s not even scalding hot.
I’ve never heard him raise his voice before, and I’ve never heard him say fuck. Hell, when we’re having sex it’s never even felt like a fuck. It normally feels like nothing, at least for me, anyway. Obviously, I get off otherwise I wouldn’t hook up with him. But it isn’t anything spectacular by any means. Actually, maybe it is and I just don’t realize it because I’m always shit-faced when we do have sex. I honestly don’t know, which makes my curiosity pique. I must admit, seeing him get pissed off at me is pretty hot. No, he isn’t some ripped guy out of one of my magazines…but, it’s not that he isn’t attractive. He’s very attractive to me. Tall, average build, dark perfectly styled hair, black rimmed glasses, and normally he’s got a freshly shaven face but it looks as if he’s growing out his facial hair. Stubble covers his cheeks and jaw. He’s kind of nerdy looking, okay, he’s very nerdy looking. That’s not why I don’t want to be seen with him though…I just don’t want a relationship.
I pour a cup of hot coffee and stir in some hazelnut cream and sugar, then slowly walk over to Garrett’s table and sit down across from him. He remains silent and still as he reads a book about poker. I sigh and I look down at my fingernails and notice the chipped bright red polish and begin picking at them. Garrett mocks my sigh and flips a page in his book. I can’t help but giggle a little. I really know nothing about him, well, except that he works in the IT department here and we both hide out in the same low-key bar. I guess he likes coffee and is also into poker, he may even have a little bit of a sense of humor.
“You know you don’t have to sit here and drink your coffee with me out of sympathy. I’d really rather you leave and go about your day. Maybe you could even go sit in Shelly’s locked office and wait for her for the next hour to talk about your really important stuff,” Garrett says without looking up from his book. Ouch, I guess I deserve it though. I scoot the chair back, grab my coffee, and walk out of the break room.
To my surprise Hilton is still sitting in my office. She’s done sobbing, for now at least. I open up the blinds, then take a seat next to her.
“Sorry I’m still in here. I just feel kind of numb. I don’t want to move, honestly. I don’t even know if I can move. I don’t know what to think, feel, or do. I just want to sit here. Maybe somehow I’ll figure everything out in this uncomfortable chair.”
“Whatever you decide, I’ll support your decision.” I try my best to sound comforting. Hilton’s phone vibrates. After reading the message she starts to sob again. “Who is it?” I probably shouldn’t ask, but it just comes out. She throws me her phone and I read the text message.
Babe <3: I don’t want a damn kid Hil. Hopefully you lose it and we don’t have anything to worry about. I’ll pay for the abortion. You decide it’s me or the fucking baby!
I really don’t even know what to say to her…I can’t even begin to imagine how she feels.
“If it counts for anything, I grew up without a dad. My mom and I did just fine,” I confess. Hilton starts crying harder. I figured that would help the situation, but I guess I’m wrong.
“Will you go to my first appointment with me, Addison, please?” She
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