CAILY GALILEO
With a chest heavy with self guilt, I walked into my workplace. I was glad that Pietro wasn't stopping me from going to work. Knowing him, he could have attempted that but he didn't and I was glad about that.
It would have been another headache to argue forth and back with him on going to work or not. I had effectively avoided him since the morning encounter.
And if I could, I would ignore and avoid myself too. I would ignore the silly part of me that allowed him to brush his fingers against my p***y, I would ignore the part of me that sat on the floor in my room and rubbed her p***y and n*****s until she came, moaning his name and crying out that she hated him.
I sighed softly as I settled into my seat. I dropped my bag on my desk and opened my bag, bringing out my phon
