y's
ars, Joe Hutton, uttered, as I sipped my lemonade, a
y glass of lemonade on the table. "Did I do someth
a breakup on the third anniversary of our re
Oriental, his favourite cafe,
, his countenance plain. "I am no
ank preceding a surprise," I said, willing myself to
do it, Emily," He continued. "I can't keep pretending to myself that our rela
ely willing he'd admit it was a prank, and he was really play
nly just got a job last week, so I haven't received my salary y
our anniversary, but that didn't matter to m
I waited this long to tell you the truth. I wanted to be sure of my fee
r social class, with a surgeon dad an
t definitely
y best friendsâ€"Janine and Abigailâ
e accident at home five years ago, wh
chool and subsequently college, as none of my aunties and uncles were willi
, tears streaming down my face as I thoug
ly man who'd shown any i
had naively thought would be in
he was le
well, Emily and I hope you have a
ted the restaurant while I bawled my e
r relationship from the start, especially a
I didn't want to get my heart broken, bu
hat he wanted us to wait till
heart, because I'd never even thought I could be
Joe had probably felt sy
ep with me, he had come up with th
h, I wiped off my
der," A waiter spoke as I reached the door, and
efore walking ove
y to pay for my lemonade after bre
ly was
as the cashier hand
f the restaurant, with a heavy
could never l
rely fend for herself, and now that I finally had my life in
bus stop, I t
ened bottle of dry gin from my refrigerator along
who usually took the dry gin beca
myself a glass of dry gin and sent a mess
oke up
for different reasons, or I would have gone to eithe
Abigail was an accountant just like
aced a call to the group whi
welling up in my eyes, I
ced as the alcohol burnt my throa
d. "Are you okay? I can't believe that b
n I do? I mean, Janine warned me from the sta
se wealthy heirs are mostly always douchebags, so he knew what he was doing from the st
I can't imagine you handling this all alone. And I can't leave this project for now
aid, trying to sound nonchalant. "
ighed. "And I know how horrible that feeling is. Y
uttered. "You know how bad your hangovers get. Should I just orde
about Joe for tonight," I said. "Then tomorrow, I will start picking th
ve you and please stay sa
will try. Bye,
elf." Abigail replied, to which
ining alcohol in my glass cup
official
the bag of lingerie that I'd been
slurred, nearly falling over nothin
, leaving me to stare at my n
a black sheer one piece, which left little to
s down my body, impressed by how perky my breasts seemed, how s
g at my reflection in the mirror. "Y
ures of myself in front of the mirror, before sta
ad to send a work file to the CEO
he file to his email before giving in to the ov