20 PENELOPEPardon my French, but this morning f*****g sucks.
I didn’t even make it to my desk before making a pit stop for an ugly cry in the office bathroom. Shoving open the door, I barely manage to lock myself into the farthest stall before the waterworks start pouring out of me in quick, breathless sobs.
All it took was running into a coworker who asked about my boyfriend to bring on a dozen painful memories of the work retreat, back when treating Wolfie as my boyfriend was nothing more than a game of pretend. Back when all I wanted from him was a purely physical, no-strings-attached, just-for-the-night arrangement. All because I thought it would be fun.
And it was fun, but it was also so much more than that. He let me into his world, and I developed real feelings.
If only I could
