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Author: April Ezell Wilson
danger of falling the fuck apart any second.
My cell buzzed on the table: Lila.
I groaned and slid the lock.
“Where were you today, bitch? I’m stuck at Pressed with Anthony and he won’t shut the fuck up about you. I’m more than irritated that even while absent you garner all the fucking attention. Bitch.”
That actually conjured a small giggle.
“Of course he’s talking about me. Probably dreaming about me, too.”
Two seconds later. “Fuck you.”
I threw the phone on the pillow and grabbed the remote. My dad had made me a mix CD of his favorite Scottish bands featuring bagpipes. It was my go to music and I rested my head against the headboard and hummed along to the notes.
When my alarm caused my eyes to fly open I immediately jumped from the bed. That feeling of deadlines and disasters play before my eyes, as usual. I yanked a sassy number from my plaid collection and turned on the shower.
Today would be a better day—I chanted to myself.
I was walking out the door forty-five minutes later to be greeted by a bitchy Elliott.
Score.
That made me smile already. The commute was short and garnered no explicit remarks from my lips. Ed was joyed to see me and I felt likewise with my returning smile.
I startled Melanie when I stopped at her desk and made eye contact to hear my daily events. Once I was in my office facing my computer I was on autopilot. Everything had an ebb and flow. The emails were cranking out, the fires were being doused with water and the potential business was mine for the taking.
All in all, a good fucking day.
When four thirty rolled around and Lila made no appearance I almost felt a tinge of remorse for my comment the previous night.
Almost.
I grabbed my coat and made my way down to the twenty-second floor. She was just getting to her feet when I barged into her office. She gave me an eat shit look and tried to shoulder past me. But, I wasn’t having that today. I needed a distraction and she was going to help me get one.
“Just where do you think you are going?” I asked, amused.
She rolled her eyes and leveled them to my gaze. “You’re a cunt and I have no time for you.”
She turned but I grabbed her arm.
“Put on your big girl panties and grow the fuck up.” She dramatically rolled her eyes. “Now, where are you going? I need a distraction.” I finished with a dazzling display of expensive teeth.
She took a moment to stab me with her eyes. “Fine. I’m going to LaRouche.” She took a moment to scan me from tip to tail. “We may need to make a stop at Neiman because I hardly believe you will get laid in that catholic school girl plaid.”
I laughed out loud. I could always depend on her to lighten my spirits.
By the time we were into our second drink I’d dodged three bullets from trolling sharks. Once my vision was blurred and my lips numb I conceded that tonight was going to be a loner.
I motioned Ralphe at the bar and closed my tab. Lila had sequestered a doctor in the corner booth and I was tired of the scene so I grabbed my clutch and slid from the smooth Napa leather booth.
I took a moment to steady my al cohol-induced sea legs and began my onward motion of one foot in front of the other. Just as I rounded the last booth before the door a strong hand gripped my upper arm causing me to freeze and turn in that direction.
He was more glorious than he had been two nights ago. His chestnut hair had honest to God sparkles in it and his eyes were dancing with wickedness. I took a fleeting moment to scan his uber perfect body before I affixed the scowl to my face.
He snickered. “Hello to you, too, Glenlivet.”
My anger was instant. “Fuck off.”
His returned expression was that of shock. He was genuinely taken aback.
After a stutter he managed, “I’m sorry?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You heard me, fuck off and
My cell buzzed on the table: Lila.
I groaned and slid the lock.
“Where were you today, bitch? I’m stuck at Pressed with Anthony and he won’t shut the fuck up about you. I’m more than irritated that even while absent you garner all the fucking attention. Bitch.”
That actually conjured a small giggle.
“Of course he’s talking about me. Probably dreaming about me, too.”
Two seconds later. “Fuck you.”
I threw the phone on the pillow and grabbed the remote. My dad had made me a mix CD of his favorite Scottish bands featuring bagpipes. It was my go to music and I rested my head against the headboard and hummed along to the notes.
When my alarm caused my eyes to fly open I immediately jumped from the bed. That feeling of deadlines and disasters play before my eyes, as usual. I yanked a sassy number from my plaid collection and turned on the shower.
Today would be a better day—I chanted to myself.
I was walking out the door forty-five minutes later to be greeted by a bitchy Elliott.
Score.
That made me smile already. The commute was short and garnered no explicit remarks from my lips. Ed was joyed to see me and I felt likewise with my returning smile.
I startled Melanie when I stopped at her desk and made eye contact to hear my daily events. Once I was in my office facing my computer I was on autopilot. Everything had an ebb and flow. The emails were cranking out, the fires were being doused with water and the potential business was mine for the taking.
All in all, a good fucking day.
When four thirty rolled around and Lila made no appearance I almost felt a tinge of remorse for my comment the previous night.
Almost.
I grabbed my coat and made my way down to the twenty-second floor. She was just getting to her feet when I barged into her office. She gave me an eat shit look and tried to shoulder past me. But, I wasn’t having that today. I needed a distraction and she was going to help me get one.
“Just where do you think you are going?” I asked, amused.
She rolled her eyes and leveled them to my gaze. “You’re a cunt and I have no time for you.”
She turned but I grabbed her arm.
“Put on your big girl panties and grow the fuck up.” She dramatically rolled her eyes. “Now, where are you going? I need a distraction.” I finished with a dazzling display of expensive teeth.
She took a moment to stab me with her eyes. “Fine. I’m going to LaRouche.” She took a moment to scan me from tip to tail. “We may need to make a stop at Neiman because I hardly believe you will get laid in that catholic school girl plaid.”
I laughed out loud. I could always depend on her to lighten my spirits.
By the time we were into our second drink I’d dodged three bullets from trolling sharks. Once my vision was blurred and my lips numb I conceded that tonight was going to be a loner.
I motioned Ralphe at the bar and closed my tab. Lila had sequestered a doctor in the corner booth and I was tired of the scene so I grabbed my clutch and slid from the smooth Napa leather booth.
I took a moment to steady my al cohol-induced sea legs and began my onward motion of one foot in front of the other. Just as I rounded the last booth before the door a strong hand gripped my upper arm causing me to freeze and turn in that direction.
He was more glorious than he had been two nights ago. His chestnut hair had honest to God sparkles in it and his eyes were dancing with wickedness. I took a fleeting moment to scan his uber perfect body before I affixed the scowl to my face.
He snickered. “Hello to you, too, Glenlivet.”
My anger was instant. “Fuck off.”
His returned expression was that of shock. He was genuinely taken aback.
After a stutter he managed, “I’m sorry?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You heard me, fuck off and
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