a's

filters through the windows. My eyes widen as the real

done?" I think, my mi

caught, drinking, laughter, whiskey, and

alcolm trusted me, and I fai

e. I cheated on Malcolm. With my boss. Who probably

I'm naked. Shit. I need to leave. I have to get ou

face. I pick up my trousers and look around for m

ould I let

he quiet hallway. My heart pounds as I press t

e, finally taking a deep breath,

in deeper shit. And I still have to face Malcolm.

signals my arrival

-eyed, heaving a sigh of relief as

let anyone see

oom, locking myself inside and

sight of my skin. Dark red marks cover the s

king love bites

othes–which I hid in the closet, I step out of th

ng Malcolm will be waiting for f

ccept that dr

anything. I just had to drink as well, knowing my alcohol tolerance. As more wo

ure out how to deal with Malcolm l

gs, and find myself at a nearby café. I step in line, ordering a

k to last night's events; I messed up a perfectly laid out plan because o

out empty. What the hell? I push my chair back and bend, glancing under the table to see if

g is still i

enter the elevator. I tap my foot against the floo

and every time it stops to let people in

the doors have hardly opened when I'm spr

upidly left on the floor after getting chan

fice, the atmosphere shifts, and I feel my legs w

uthoritative, bellowing ins

robably on the phone as I d

how your face

in his tone, my instincts

ping with rage. "If you can't meet d

oping to slip away, but just as I take a step toward the elevat

mn

out, his ja

lock, and

Now!" he commands, his voic

nt, then take a deep breath and turn to f

ht, and Malcolm disabled the cameras. I trail behind Gavin, m

d me with a soft clic

s everything is on the floor, and turns ar

ain the man present can hear

r almost a minute, silentl

tense, and I can

hicker layer of tension in the

ton, what is

h