My Boss My Babydaddy
That is how pissed I am.
"God, I hate Mondays," I groaned into my pillow, my voice half scream, half whine. My throat was already tired from complaining to myself, but that did not stop me. Maybe if I screamed long enough, the universe would pity me and cancel work altogether.
For a second, a ridiculous idea popped into my head. What if I just texted Dominic? Something like: 'Hey boss, your baby says he or she is too lazy to face the world today, so we are staying in bed. Doctor's orders.' I actually snorted into the pillow at the thought. Can you imagine his face? That eyebrow he raises when he thinks I have lost it. God forbid he actually takes me seriously and says, "Fine, take the whole
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