rible the day a

It won't be the last. What's wrong with men? Why am I always attracted to t

of my life with just one person. I want that, at some point. Just not now. Everything is too

hen all that was snatched away from me, I was forced to take a job as a secretary, earning a good living, but having to accept a bullying boss a

ndersta

ut seeing the sunrise, so it was barely six o'clock and I was getting ready to come to the company

ic and comic at the same time, because there are things th

a loud sigh, mentally preparing myself for the workday. I'd be lucky if Valentin had to spend the whole day out of the office, w

sible to get there before him. I've even wondered if he's leaving. All that proves to me that he's g

e a sip of mine and go back to work. Likewise, I leave a cup on my desk and go to my boss's office. Without

ht. How does it last so long? It's as if the scent permeates every corner of the place. At least it's nic

canceled the lunch meeting, as you

ow if it's because of the time or because I've followed his advice to stay sober. Not that I obeyed him, anyway. I just don't like drin

out of bed,

h and stare at him, interlacing my fingers in front of my body, waiting for his daily s

te wasn'

your business," I say acidly,

ts to interfere with your performance and the d

pen?" I ask, letting out an

Mr. Salvatore caught me on a bad day. If he thinks he can have a say in

list," he says, a

continue the silent battle of looks, because the son of a bitch i

as if he's putting an invisible barrier between us, and I'm grateful because o

" he asks seriously, without a trace of

to hear

nses for big-framed glasses to try and hide your deep-set eyes, or wearing

d to put me off

it's not my fault that when I drink more than usual on outings with Nat and Maya, my body exhales! It must be my blood

ing the muscles that can't be hidden even by his dress shirt. "There are also your mood swings, of course, when something in your evening does

my