Boring Much?

•Sloane Rivers•

It was pretty and spacious inside the room. I was a little surprised I got a suite.

With dark gray colors on the wall and sofa not overly colorful. It was a fine start.

I pursed my lips as I walked to the bedroom. A Queen sized bed, closet and - a balcony? There was a balcony.

I walked out to the balcony, bracing myself on the rails. I stared down at the city below me.

A beautiful sight. Indeed. With balls of snow decorating rooftops and matched with lights that were hung outside. I could only imagine how pretty the city would look at night.

Lucky for me, I had the best city view.

I walked back to bed and gave myself the task of moving my things into the closet. The retreat would be holding for two weeks, I could as well make myself comfortable.

After, I’d successfully arranged my things, I got into the bathtub. Nothing beats a hot bath during winter.

A sigh of relief escaped me when my legs touched the water before I settled in completely letting the water engulf me. This was so fucking nice, I could stay in here all night - except, the water would turn cold at some point.

I lost sense of time as I lazied away in the bathtub. I forced myself out when I started to feel sleepy. Yeah, it was a freaking long journey and I needed to rest before doing anything else.

I climbed into the soft bed, nestling into the pillows as a sigh escaped me. I stared up at the ceiling, blinking repeatedly.

I had a lot to be thankful for. My mother still being alive and well…still retaining my job after four years.

As sad as it sounds, those were the only things I lived for at the moment. My mum and my job.

It was safe to say, I led quite a lonely life.

I chuckled. To think I’d always thought I’d be married at twenty-five. This is me, turning thirty in a month with not even a boyfriend.

Life sure has a way of humbling us. I’ve gotten compliments over the years of how pretty I looked - something I knew myself.

With curly dark hair, coffee colored eyes and high cheekbones, I pretty much fit into the society standards of ‘beauty’ but well, that has only gotten me this far.

Working in a firm with ninety percent men wasn’t easy either. Because whatever I got, they always assumed I got it with my pussy.

Forgive me if a girl is just intelligent.

Another sigh escaped me as I turned on my side. The promotion.

Yeah, I had a competition. Marcus.

I was one of the best attorneys Everest & Co have seen in a long while and, so was Marcus - quite so. The ever annoying 5’8 man who manages to get on my nerves every goddamn time.

Just seeing him was enough to ruin my day and he knew. He would be here too and I didn’t have the strength whatsoever to indulge him this time.

I hated him. Not the kind of ‘hate’ you assume would go away with time. But the one, that increases every passing minute.

He got employed before I did. After trying to flirt with me countless times and none of which worked out, he dropped it and I thought I was free from the harassment he called flirt until I got promoted to his level.

I knew. I knew he was the one who spread rumors of me sleeping with the boss, just to get promoted. Even after proving times without number that I deserved the promotion.

I’ve won more cases than I’ve lost, although it was not the case for him but still he was fucking bitter and now?

Now, we were competiting for Partner. I could only imagine what rumors he’d spread this time if I got it.

And by God, if I got any proof he was the one behind it. We would be meeting in court.

I kept tossing on the bed, unable to find the rest I’ve been craving since I was in the bathtub. I sat on the bed with a frustrated huff, flipping my hair behind my shoulder.

Does this have to go on every time? I could never sleep if I wanted to.

Because it was in times like that, my brain decides to go through every possible case I’ve handled, interaction with people, books to read and just random thoughts to keep my mind at unease.

It was exhausting. And I had to take drugs to quiet the voices in my head and go to sleep.

I hated taking the drugs but I was always left with no option.

I climbed off the bed, grabbed my bath robe before walking to the balcony. I stood for a long while just staring at the snowy streets almost void of people.

I’d read somewhere that orgasms helped with sleep. Something I’d have tried but the idea of sex as a whole felt tedious to me. Unenjoyable. Boring.

It contributed to why I have had failed relationships. No one wants to be with a woman who felt nothing during sex. I’d rather talk about every case I’ve won.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and exhaled. I hadn’t thought much about it then but a moment of self-reflect is doing it for me now.

Yeah, I’d have to see a psychological therapist after now.

Way to add to the problems I already had.