All Chapters of THE MAN I SLEPT WITH IS MY BOSS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

A year ago, I would have laughed if someone told me I would be miles away from home, sitting alone in a bar, drinking martinis and watching strangers make out but here I was.I’m twenty-six years old, living in a city where nobody knew me, with a new apartment, a new job and no intention of ever falling in love. I downed what was left of my martini as I watched the couples grind each other on the dance floor. Ewww. It’s almost scary how couples that look so in love from a distance could be the complete opposite when you get close.I knew this because exactly a year ago, I was in that situation. I tore my eyes away from the dance floor and focused my attention on the bartender who was now making my second drink of the night, a martini. “Here you go,” he smiled and placed the drink in front of me. I wrapped my hands around the stem and had a sip, it was perfect. “What is a beautiful girl like you doing here all by yourself?”I closed my eyes and prayed briefly for the strang

I’ve spent the last four days paying Derek back what I owe him. By paying back, we’ve been hanging out with each other every day. He has taken me to the city’s park and aquarium, and we’ve been to a lot of fine dining restaurants, and we’ve been avoiding alcohol because of the last time. If this was his idea of paying him back for throwing up in his car, then I was ready to keep paying him back. I know it’s just been a few days but I looked forward to seeing him. Contrary to how cold and dangerous he looked, he was really sweet. He knew the right things to say to make me blush and we were almost always laughing. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, I know. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now, I was staring out the window like a teenager in love, waiting for his black Ferrari to pull up in my driveway.The second I spotted his car down the street, butterflies erupted violently in my stomach.I adjusted my sundress and reapplied my lip gloss. I hated how my stoma

I woke up with a splitting headache. I always imagined my first day at my big girl job would be perfect. I’ll wake up early to make myself a nice breakfast and watch my favorite show while I eat. I had picked out an expensive suit and some red bottoms because I wanted to make an impression on my first day. Now, I lay in bed with swollen eyes and an alarm that wouldn’t stop ringing. It’s been a week since Derek decided to ghost me and all I've done is rot in bed and wallow in self-pity. I was already late. I was about to throw out an opportunity I worked on for years because of a man. “Shit,”I scrambled out of bed and nearly tripped over a pile of laundry. My apartment was a replica of how I felt, messy and sad. Instead of the outfit I had planned, I threw on the first blouse I could find. I paired it with some trousers and hoped no one would notice how swollen my eyes were.My hair refused to cooperate.My makeup looked rushed. Thank you very much, Derek.By the time I wa