It was late when Jared came knocking at my door that night. I don’t know how he’d gotten into my building. Maybe he’d slipped in as someone was slipping out, but he was outside of my front door banging and pleading for me to open it and talk to him. When I did open the door, he immediately exhaled and said, “I’m sorry.”
“f**k you,” I said, before pushing the door to close it in his face. But I was too slow and too weak to block him from coming into my apartment.
“Jason, please,” he said, gently shoving me back and closing the door behind him.
“Please what?” I asked. “Please accept your bullshit apology? Fine. You’re forgiven. Now get the f**k out of my apartment and leave me alone.”
“You know we can’t let anyone find out about us at work.”
“I only tried to brush a piece of lint out of
