I avoided Mike for the next week. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore. I didn’t even want the job. Not if it meant everyone was going to think I slept with Mike to get it.
I didn’t want Mike either. He promised me he wouldn’t give me the job if I wasn’t the best candidate. He promised me our relationship would be separate from work. That he wouldn’t use his position to get me anything. Or take anything away.
Mike called a few times. He sent texts, too. I just couldn’t deal with him. I had to figure everything out first. I had to understand what I wanted, what I needed.
If I truly loved him, did any of that stuff matter?
If I truly loved him, would I be wondering if I truly loved him?
I walked into girls’ night the following Tuesday pissed off, confused, and in need of cupcakes, coffe
