How long has he known? How long has he been fucking me while also fucking around with me and my life and my friends and my job?
I walk out of his office, blinded with rage and tears and anger that is vibrating through me so loudly, I cannot hear or digest or understand anything. I am anger. I am fear.
I am pissed.
I put my headphones in and walk home and ignore the world. Fuck the world.
And fuck the Wolf of New York. We all knew it couldn’t last, right?
Right.
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Apollo
It's been two whole days and Ashley hasn't once dropped by the office.
Yeah, I'm a bit off because I haven't seen her, okay?
Normally, I don't let women affect me like this.
But fuck, I think I fucking love her.
What am I talking about? I know I love her.
But I'm not sure what's going on with that girl.
I tried sending her a few texts but didn't get an answer.
When was that? I'm pretty sure that was two days ago. Because after that I stopped by her desk yesterday.
That's right. I came down from my 4th floor office all the way to her floor. But for someone who hadn't seen me in a while, she didn't look too happy when she finally did see me.
Instead it was quite the opposite.
She looked at me, her eyes shooting daggers at me.
"Do you have a moment to talk in the conference room?" I remember asking.
"I'm sorry, I have a deadline, but is there anything you needed?" Ashley answered back, very politely. And very coldly.
She knew just as well as I did that I can't stand out there in an open office and ask her what's going on. And hey, there's a chance with a closed conference room that maybe I could show her how much I missed her.
You know, like pull my cock out and stick it inside of her.
But no, nothing like that even happened. I mean, sure, maybe it's pushing it thinking of the whole sticking my cock inside of her yesterday, but what about just a kiss?
I know what you're thinking.
You're smiling to yourself and thinking of how the Wolf of New York is nothing more than a little lost puppy at this point, aren't you?
Yeah, well you know what I have to say to you when you fucking think that?
You really want to know?
Fine.
I think that maybe if you just asked her what was wrong and found out, maybe I could fix it. Because I fucking miss her.