Don't blame me.  I was gay now, and ever since that weekend with Mr. Tesla, my perception of being his man changed.  I began to see a world full of magic sticks, fantasy, and pure acts of love.  Was I mad?  Just one tweak in me, I'd switched to something I hated the most.  Yes, I was probably mad.  "Someone is here, making a scene in the lobby. At the mention of your name, Jonah, the receptionist had to let her through," Sally, my colleague said to me as she walked in.  "Who's that?" I asked, my eyes lit up in surprise.  Just then, Hilary walked into our office dressed in a short dress, her tainted hair was tied up in a ponytail.  "You wouldn't pick up my calls," she stated when her eyes landed on me.  My heart jumped out of me and I jerked out of my chair. Quickly, I flashed a look towards Mr. Tesla's office, hoping to the heavens that he hadn't arrived yet.  "Hilary, what are you doing here?" I asked, scratching my low-cut hair.  Couldn't she tell from the smack I'd lande
 Last Updated : 2025-02-02
Last Updated : 2025-02-02