But Ashley cares. It’s her coworkers and even if she wasn’t best friends with them all, it’s still fucking hard.
I head back to my office, not wanting to spy on Ashley any longer. The elevator ride up, the walk past my secretary’s desk…I’m not really there. I’m thinking about the time that Ashley convinced me to see an off-off-Broadway play, where the main lead sat on a chair and said nothing the entire first half of the play. Or the time that she talked me into leaving work early and going rollerblading with her. I hadn’t fallen on my ass that many times since I’d first learned how to walk.
And I’d never laughed that much.
Ashley makes me laugh. Other women made me feel good, other women fuck me in any position I want, other women agree to be my eye candy on my arm for the evening.
But only Ashley makes me laugh.
And now I've made her cry. In just five weeks, I’ve helped tear her apart.
I walk across my office and over to my windows to stare out, down the packed city streets. Millions of people on the streets, but none of them are like Ashley.
She’s one in a million, and I can’t lose her now.
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Ashley
Okay, so I’m a sap. I know it, you know it, the Chinese delivery man knows it.
But here I am, at my desk, eating my overpriced Chinese food and contemplating a surprise for Apollo. He’s been working so damn hard lately, and I want him to know that even though this whole thing has been so hard, I…
Well, I’m falling in love with him. I haven’t told him that yet; what kind of angsty teenager do you take me to be? But I can’t help myself in feeling it. He’s just so damn sexy and thoughtful and commanding and loving…
Anyone would fall in love with him. Even Janice in Accounting, who I swear doesn’t even have a heart…she’d love him. If she knew him.#p#分页标题#e#
I push away from my desk and my overpriced Chinese food. I have the perfect surprise for Apollo. I’m gonna wait for him to leave his office, crawl under his desk, and then when he comes back, give him a surprise blowjob. Like every other male on the planet, Apollo adores blowjobs, and I adore giving them to him; his huge 12-inch cock in my mouth? How could I not love it? So I figure this is just about the most perfect way to tell him thank you.
To thank him for just being him, and for making me fall in love with him.
I ride up to the fourth floor and sneak past Mrs. Sanders who is busy guarding the photocopy machine from unwanted interlopers, putting my ear to his door for a moment before pushing it open. Coast is clear.
Hell yeah. I grin as I walk around behind his desk. He’s going to love it when I start to pull his zipper down and…
Hold on. What is that?
I crane my head to the side to read closer without touching the papers. Apollo has this spidey sense about people touching his shit, so I don’t dare move a thing. But…
"Divesting from Blush, Inc" is emblazoned across the top of the papers. It quickly delves into legalese that I swear even the lawyers don’t understand, but it's damn clear that Apollo is selling Blush.
He promised me he wouldn’t do that. He promised he’d return it to profitability and make sure it was stable before entertaining any offers to sell. He’d told me it would be at least a year.
He told me all of this last week.
He had to have been lying to me. Oh my god, he was lying to me. He couldn’t just decide to sell yesterday and do it today. Even I know that isn’t how it works. You have to find buyers and negotiate and find lawyers and draw up papers and…
Oh my god.
How long has he known? How long has he been fucking me while also fucking around with me and my life and my friends and my job?
I walk out of his office, blinded with rage and tears and anger that is vibrating through me so loudly, I cannot hear or digest or understand anything. I am anger. I am fear.
I am pissed.
I put my headphones in and walk home and ignore the world. Fuck the world.
And fuck the Wolf of New York. We all knew it couldn’t last, right?
Right.
119
Apollo
It's been two whole days and Ashley hasn't once dropped by the office.
Yeah, I'm a bit off because I haven't seen her, okay?
Normally, I don't let women affect me like this.
But fuck, I think I fucking love her.
What am I talking about? I know I love her.
But I'm not sure what's going on with that girl.
I tried sending her a few texts but didn't get an answer.
When was that? I'm pretty sure that was two days ago. Because after that I stopped by her desk yesterday.
That's right. I came down from my 4th floor office all the way to her floor. But for someone who hadn't seen me in a while, she didn't look too happy when she finally did see me.