“Bring them,” Hugo says. “It will only take a moment, and I’d like to meet them.”After hanging up with him, the girls are less than thrilled about having to go to work with me.“It will only be a minute,” I tell them. They eventually, reluctantly agree.At the office, I park and we all head inside.
For my final date with Hugo, I picked a simple and sleek dark blue blouse with black trousers. My hair, I pulled up into a no-nonsense bun.While I applied my makeup, I had Cynthia on speakerphone, my phone resting on the bathroom counter near the sink.“And you are sure you are sure about this?” C
“Before you, I didn’t think I would ever want to touch another person ever again, especially not a romantic partner. Yet I found comfort in touching you, not dismay. This gives me hope for the future.”My heart breaks for him. I wish I could be the right person for him, but I’m not.I’m just not.“Y
This meeting with my parents has gone surprisingly well and I’m feeling optimistic about it. So much so that I even feel uplifted as I start to leave. For the first time in a while, I feel like I have a set path in front of me.Ending things with Hugo, and now plotting a new career path leaves me fe
I hurry into the living room, in time to see Selena come onto the screen for a brief interview.“Miles is great,” she says, smiling brightly. “We’ve been friends for years. I really can’t say enough good things about him. But as a married couple? I’m just not sure we’d work out. I love Miles in my o
Eventually, at some point in the night, we do manage to make it to the bed. Miles’s penchant for marathon sex has not ebbed in the slightest. That, combined with my passion at our reunion keeps us well and truly occupied until the early morning hours.When our desires are finally sated – for the mom
I can’t hide the truth forever. Though I don’t directly hear from Hugo, I know word of my resignation has passed to him when Kimberly gives me a kind of hard look and a nod.I feel bad. We are friends. I probably should have told him myself.Regardless, I continue on working the same as before. No o
I don’t cringe, hearing her voice, but it’s a near thing.“I knew you couldn’t cut it,” she says.“Have fun trying to write your own articles when I’m gone,” I snap at her.“I won’t have any trouble,” she says, though her eyebrow twitches a little in annoyance. Good, she should be annoyed. At hersel