Grace
I opened my mouth and sucked in a deep breath.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
I ran forward, my heart pounding like it was trying to break out of my chest. I stepped into the elevator and slammed the button for the sixth floor. The door slid closed.
At this point, I had to be tired of living. No, seriously.
Because only someone completely over life would get drunk, stumble into her boss’s company, kiss him, ride him like he’s her personal toy, moan all kinds of nonsense like a lunatic, and then pass out cold.
And the cherry on top? I actually had the nerve to believe it was all just a dream.
A dream.
Really, Grace? Seriously? You threw yourself at the man, tossed every last ounce of self-respect into the trash all for it to end like this?
You deserve to be in jail. No. Worse. You de
