Lgggtyuh

Hey, uh, I have a kind of important question.

Go ahead. Is it about Matthews 'cause we already know she—

No. It's not. It's not work-related.

It's not? Then what?

You're seeing someone, right?

What?

Are you seeing someone?

I am... But not for long if I'm picking up what you're putting down.

How are you guys?

We're fine, although I'm about to break her heart. Me and you—I'm not sure where we are, but I like where I think it's going.

So as in you guys are fine, are in a good place?

Were, we're about to be in a bad place when I call her. As for you and I...

You guys fight?

We will when she hears that I'm getting back together with my—

I'm not here to flirt with you I don't want you back.

Then why are you asking me questions about my relationship?

Have you hurt her?

What?

Not emotionally. I know you've insulted your girlfriend, you've insulted 10 people today alone—what would make you want to exclude your girlfriend out of that?

Do you realize what you just asked me? The ice you're skating?

I'm talking about physically—have you physically abused her?

Do you want to fucking get fired right now because I'm really tempted?

Just answer my question?

Why the fuck should I?! Why the fuck are you asking me that?!

Because I need to know! I need to know if you've hit her, pushed her, laid a nail on her skin, that's why! I need closure! I need to know if you've changed! If something happened in the last three years so that has made you realized your mistakes if you regret it if you feel bad if you want to say sorry so I don't have to wake up everyday and see you and feel bitter and upset and cold and traumatized so that I can finally forgive you for the worst day of my life! That's why I need to know! So please answer my question! Have you hit her?!

No. I haven't.

You haven't hit her?

No I haven't. I've never. Look, the day I hit you was also the worst day of my life. Hitting you was the worst mistake I've ever made and I regret to this day.

So why didn't you ever say sorry show some sympathy compassion

I was afraid you wouldn't forgive me. I didn't want to know. Would you forgive me

You can't expect me to answer that.

Can I?

Look, that was all I needed to ask and you answered. So thank you

And I need you to answer mine. If I apologized would you forgive me?

Your apology is long overdue.

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You...you called me here?

Yep. I did.

What happened?

I don't know how to feel.

About what?

Wow.

Clarify. What are you saying?

You're right. Sorry. I'm being cryptic. I just don't know how to feel.

Oh my God. There are tears in your eyes. Or something. Come on, just tell me what's going on.

I walked in. Shoes off. I was tired, but never too tired for sex, you know?

I guess?

The shower was on so I figured she was in there. You know, have some shower sex. And then...

Then?

There was someone else. There she was kissing him, naked, moaning, him in her.

Oh my God. I'm so sorry.

And I didn't even know how to react. She didn't either to be fair. The dude—he ran out. But her—I just want to fucking—

What did you do?

What?

What did you do to her after?

Huh? I didn't do anything to her. I just yelled at her to get out. She kept on begging for me, cried, said sorry, bullshit.

Nothing violent?

Why? Come on, did you seriously think I'd hurt her?

No, I didn't. Huh. I tell you my girlfriend fucking cheated on me and you wonder if I hit her. Amazing.

No, just—you're right. It was insensitive of me to ask. I'm sorry.

No, no, it's okay. But something is weird. I just walked in on my girlfriend fucking another man, betraying me in essence and I don't know how to react. I should be crying, right? I should be angry. Yet, something inside me, something very strange, knows that I'm going to get over this.

That's not strange. It's healthy. It's important. You will get over this and you be okay.

No, no, I mean, I feel some sort of awful relief.

Relief?

Yeah. I don't know how to explain it. I just know why I feel it.

Why do you relieved?

Because of you.

Me?

Yeah.

Why?

I know, this is as weird for you as it is for me. But there were millions of other people in this contact list that I could have called—my brother, my sister, a few of my friends, my dad—the list goes on—and yet, I called you. And I think I know why.

Why?

Because I love you.

What?

Please, don't be freaked out. But I do. Maybe I cheated in some way, but even though what I just saw will never leave me the same, I can't get over how much I want you and how happy you make me.

Ev—

No, just, please. I love you and you make me happy. You make me feel relieved. And I don't want to stop feeling happy so please, just stay here and keep holding my hand.

I... No. No. Stop. No.

What? What's wrong?

No I'm sorry but I can't do this. This is wrong. I'm going to regret this in the morning and nothing will be okay. I'm sorry. This can't happen.

Then stop rubbing my arm.

What?

Stop touching me. Push me off of you. Unwrap your legs from around my waist. If you want this to end, get up and get out and we will end this. This didn't happen if you don't want it to.

...

So tell me to stop if you want me to stop. But let me continue kissing you if you don't want me to stop. Say the word and this didn't happen. I'll stop kissing your neck. I'll stop rubbing your thigh. I'll stop unbuttoning my shirt. But only if you tell me to.

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So do you regret it?

Huh?

The sex. Did you regret it? You said you would afterwards.

I...I don't know yet.

Ah, that's good. So there's that this might happen again.


 * giggles*

Another questions would you do it again, though.

Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know.

That's really good.

Oh shoot. I have to be at the airport by five. I haven't even started packing. In sorry I have to go.

Where are you going?

Oh, it's a thanksgiving trip I'm going on with my family, which I should have packed for...last night.

Ah, sorry I was an inconvenience.

I don't think you were.

Good. So with your family, right? How have they been?

What?

Your family.

Oh yeah, they've been good.

Where's Alex? Med school.? Third year, right?

Second, actually. Well, I should go.
 * clears throat*

Bye. Have a fun trip. I'll see you Monday.

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Hey. I missed you. It's been a long five days.

It has been, I missed you too.

How was the trip?

It was great, I missed my family.

So... Are we going to let the elephant sit in the room or?

You're right, we should address that.

What part exactly? The belligerent sexual tension over the fact that you've got the hots for me?


 * laughs*

Or the more serious one?

Serious one...

Yeah. You still haven't answered my two questions: did you regret it?

You're gonna hate me for this answer, but I'm sorry I don't know.

Still?

This isn't something that you can answer in a few days. Us having sex was something huge, monumental and honestly, nothing is going to be the same.

Okay, I understand that. It was something huge and monumental for me too. I missed your body.

No, not here.

Which brings me to my next question: would you do it again? And I won't take I don't know for an answer.

I'll tell you at lunch.

So you don't know.

Or maybe I do. Maybe I want to tell you at a time where we can do more than talk about whether I want to do it again.

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Man, after these past few weeks, I can definitely tell you that my favorite part of the day is lunch.

Is that so?

What can I say? I just love what I'm eating.


 * laughing*

Man, every time we have sex. It's like the first time. Pure, dirty, raw, steamy, sexy.

Enchanting words.

I am a master of all things exclamatory, imperative and interrogative. Which brings me to a question: want to go out for dinner?

What?

Dinner. Me and you. tomorrow night. At some fancy French restaurant like Chez Henri. How's that sound?

Sounds good.

You sound extremely dubious but you didn't say no so I'm going to drop it.

That's great. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7. Where do you live, by the way?

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That was a great dinner!

Dinner or date?

Both, but I'm not sure if date is the right word to use. *laughs*

Well it's all thanks to you that it's so fun. Just like old times.

Yeah. Just like old times. I don't know about you, but I really want to get in your car, strip from everything I'm wearing and just ride you into the morning.

I'm thinkin' the same thing. - ...

...

I forgive you/don't regret it.

What?

When I first saw you in that office, I'm not going to lie, I was scared. I didn't want anything with you, I hadn't for the past three and a half years. You hurt me and nothing will ever be the same after that and it still isn't like the first time around. But as strange as this sounds, asking you if you hit your girlfriend was one of the best decisions i'd ever made. I found out the truth, that you did feel bad. That you are sorry, that you do regret it...and that brings some sort of peace into my heart that I've been waiting to feel for so long.

Thank you. For forgiving me.

No thank you. I love you again.

You love me again.

I do. You make me so happy and I don't know why and I think I'm glad I don't know. I'd probably make things worse and I don't want anything more to be the way we are right now. So I love you again and I'm glad I do. It's been hard.

I love you too. God, I'm like a giddy child. This feels so good. I missed you. I missed you being something to me.

I missed being in love with you.

Me too. ——————————————–—

Who...who is that?

Who?

The girl you were...you were kissing.

Oh that was Julia.

Julia? Am I supposed to be familiar with that name?

Well, I don't know if I ever said her name to you, but I think I described her to you. Brown hair. Tan skin. Green eyes.

Oh Julia, as in your ex girlfriend who cheated on you Julia.

Odd description but yes that Julia. And she's not my ex anymore. We actually got back together.

When?

Last night.

Oh...was that before or after we had dinner?

It was definitely after.

Oh alright well. Thank you for telling me.

No problem. Are you okay?

I'm fine. I'm good. I'm perfect...everything's perfect.

Alright, well, I'll see you later. But not during lunch. Julia and I are going out, sorry. What about tomorrow, get some froyo? How's that sound?

It sounds perfect. Everything is absolutely perfect. Actually, everything is not perfect. Everything is fucking awful how could you?

What?

Don't act like you don't know what we did. Like all we did was have dinner and talk about the weather. We-we had sex and told each other we loved each other. I told you I loved you, I forgave you, I forgave you for the one of the worst days of my life, the day the man I loved hit me, showed that he didn't really love me and I forgave you for that so how could you let me forgive you and make me love you again if the very next day you're going to break my heart?

Let's get something straight: I did not break your heart. You were never in love. You broke my heart, you played me.

And how is that? Am I the one bouncing in here with a boyfriend, acting like we've been platonic friends this entire time?

That's the thing: we have just been friends this entire time. We may have had sex, but that was all ever it. I was just your friend with benefits and from the very first day you came you knew that I loved you and I never forgave myself for Evergreen Walk. I wanted you back, so that I could make things right again, to show that I am worth it, that I can redeem myself, but no you wouldn't take me back, you just used me for sex. And then when you realized that I was catching onto your game, you tried to string me along for a little while longer by telling me you loved me. But I'm sorry, I'm no longer your sex toy at your service.

I never used you for sex! You have to believe me!

Then what was the point of constantly doing it then? You're telling me that there is actually another reason besides me being some comfort man?

Yes and it was because I do love you! And maybe I didn't realize at the time, but now I do! If I didn't, I wouldn't have continued—

Save it. Stop breaking my heart. And by the way, I still love you. It's hard, but I do. But you need to leave Julia and I alone.

So you're not a bad person at all by toying with Julia? You're not just using her to make me jealous?

Oh, definitely not, I don't string people along so that I can get what I want. I'm giving Julia a second chance because unlike you I forgive people, I give them a chance, before three years has passed. So stay out of Julia and I's relationship.

I'll gladly stay out of you and Julia's relationship. You're pathetic. And by the way, we're not having lunch.

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What's up?

I told you, we're not having lunch.

Why not? We can't be friends? I mean we'd been that that entire time?

We weren't just friends. And you know. And you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with me—

Wrong, actually. I wanted Julia and I's relationship to have nothing to do with you. Me alone, however...

This is ridiculous.

No. Talk to me.

What do you want me to say?

You say that you love me.

Yes. We established that yesterday. Before you proceeded to break my heart.

I can't break what was never my reach.

But it was.

If you love me, then that means we both love each other. So come over here and let me kiss you.

What?

If you love me, come over here and let me kiss you. I know you want to.

No. No. No. N-no. N—


 * kisses*

What are you doing?

Playing the game. Just playing the game.

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You're such a hypocrite.

How?

Getting mad at me for breaking your heart when here you are, breaking the heart of your girlfriend.

Let me make something abundantly clear: I still hate you. Yes, I do love you, otherwise how would you break my heart, but for that reason I hate you. I may not be able to control my erections when I am in your presence, but do not be fooled. I still love Julia and she's the woman I want to live the rest of my life with. Not you.

Hm. You keep telling yourself that.

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Really? Bringing your girlfriend to work, thinking that that would make me jealous? You're gonna have to try harder.

It seems you're jealous enough to tell me, although I should inform you that I didn't bring her for you. We're having lunch. The world doesn't revolve around you.

I think I should be giving you that advice.

Do you need something or did you come here to bother me?

I needed you to know that I don't care. You know how you can't control your sex drive around me, even though you hate me? Guess what? Same applies for me.

Even though you love me?

Not for long. Not for long!

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Um, excuse me? Do you know where the bathroom is?

Oh, it's...down the hall, two doors to your right.

Oh okay, thank you! You're Georgina, right?

I am. And you're... Julia.

Yes, Julia, the boss' girlfriend *laughs*

I can't help but ask, how do you know about me?

Oh, well E talks about work a lot. Mentioned you as a good friend of his.

'Good friend' would be an overestimate.

No need to prove to me *giggles*.

Ring?

Oh yes! It's my engagement ring! 24 karrot gold!

Engaged to?

Who else? E!

Engaged to E. You guys are engaged. Did you just or?

No, we've actually been! For three months now!

I'm sorry for my confused look, I thought you two had broken up...

Hehe. That's okay. I imagine E doesn't talk much about me then.

Oh, he-he does! He just doesn't mention you by name is all. I can't help, but ask, when did you get engaged?

The grand date of October 23!

October 23...Well that's brilliant. I hope you have a fantastic wedding day.

Thank you!

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She...she never cheated on you?

What?

Julia...she never cheated on you. October 23—that day where you called me and told me your girlfriend cheated on you—that wasn't the day your girlfriend cheated on you that was the day you proposed. And you became engaged. You were never single. This entire time when I thought that you were single, when we were hooking up, you were cheating on the person you are engaged to be married with. This all makes so much sense. It was all about me this entire time. You lied about getting cheated on, so you could sleep with me. And when I told you that I loved you, the last step of your plan was to "get back together" with your girlfriend so that I'd be jealous and fight for you because you love being appreciated, but no, I foiled your masterplan. But even then, you managed to fool me for so long. You made me think you actually loved me. *laughs* You probably don't even feel bad for ever hitting me, do you? You're not just a cheater and you're not just abusive, you're also a liar. And even though I am wondering how you live with yourself, my one question is: if this was all to get me, why did you propose? Why hurt her?

It takes two to tango.

What?

I did not have sex with a rock. I had sex with a living, breathing, conscious person who was well aware that I was dating someone and you still had sex with me. I may be a cheater, but you are a homewrecker, we're sitting on the same boat. And you know no girl has ever gotten mad at their boyfriend for cheating. It's your fault. And honestly, cut the bullshit about the abuse. It was three years ago, the so-called 'worst day of your life' because you got a little sting on your cheek. well I'm here to tell you get over it. Move on. It happened and you can't do shit. I can't even believe you even broke up with me over it!

Because you hit me! You don't hurt the person you love!

Ah, ah, ah! I'm not done with my monologue yet! You asked a lot of questions and I'm here to answer them! And no, I don't feel bad for hitting you. Yeah, I did when it first happened, but that was three years ago so you can imagine I'm not as caught in that tangle as you are. I don't have sleepless nights. What's done is done and it's wasteful to spend life feeling guilty. And as for why I proposed, well I had to keep Julia happy somehow right? What if she broke up with me? How would this plan of mine work? And besides, I highly doubt it's you I'm spending the rest of my life with. Julia won't be such a bad second choice. I mean, she's good to hang out with, but I'll have to sleep around here and there too. And lastly, how do I live with myself? With utter content. Yeah, you may not be my girlfriend and all, what with you finding out about this, but I mean it was a good run, right? I bet even after this you'll keep sleeping with me.

Let me make this clear to you: I am not having sex with you ever again. The only reason I ever did to begin with was because I thought you changed for the better, but that's clearly not the case we have here, is it?


 * laughs* That's pathetic! Oh, I'll only have sex with you if you apologize for my booboo from three years ago! Honestly, you're so annoying and unappealing!

You being abusive is one of the many reasons why I don't want you. So trivialize it all you want, but that's not gonna get you in my pants.

I bet you thought that when you first got here. Yet, here you are promising you'll never have sex with me again. Good luck keeping that one! My bet is two days! Then you'll come running back. They always do, you know?

Fuck you.

Please do. *laughs* Have a nice day, Ms. Georgina.

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J! Great to see you again!

You too, Georgie!

Here to have lunch with... Evan, I'm assuming?

I am! Care to join?

Oh no, thank you!

Oh it's not just us! Audrena and Leonardo are joining us. So don't you worry about being a third wheel.

I'm flattered by your offer, J. But uh, I'm going to have to pass. I have a meeting with Rivers soon.

Aw, that's a shame! Hopefully, I'll catch you at a better time. Bye, Georgina!

Bye

Georgina. Pleasure seeing you up here.

I'm here for business and business only. Where's Rivers?

You know, I'm really offended you switched units. Lunch isn't the same.

Yeah, well stay offended.

It really is a shame. Not joining us for lunch. We could catch up.

Leave me alone, I'm not interested in talking to you.

Oh come on, it's been two months! Miss me?

With that bullshit.

You know, I'm honestly surprised you've lasted that long. I should be angry, but if anything I'm proud. Before your panties were wet by the time I stepped a foot in my room. And now, well... I have a feeling they're getting wet right now. You relapsed! Congrats.

Unfortunately for you, that's a fantasy. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to see Rivers.

Gonna sleep with him too? You have a thing for bosses.

You're really calling me a slut? Who cheated on their fiancé?

And who did I cheat on my fiancé with? Come on, how many times do I have to tell you it takes two to tango? Sluts aren't just cheaters. Sluts are home wreckers. Sluts are female homewreckers.

You're so appealing. I can't believe I ever dated you.

Welp. Better believe it! 'Cause it happened. Anyway, you're joining us for lunch.

No. I'm not.

Hey it's Evan. Could you schedule me an appointment with Georgina from Unit 4? That's great. Thanks. You are now.

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Julia: No way, Ev! He won't be president! Have you heard what he's said about minorities? None of them would vote for him.

Evan: So how is he up in the polls?

Leo: Are you in favor of him, Evan?

Evan: No! I'm just saying! He's gonna be our next president and we can't do anything about it! Majority rules!

Julia: No, minority rules. This country was built on the backs of minorities, they can't do anything without minorities.

Georgina: *sighs*

Evan: We boring you, Georgina?

Georgina: I'm not gonna lie, you are.

Evan: So what do you propose we talk about? Hair? Makeup?

Julia: Evan.

Georgina: Wherever did I say politics bored me? This conversation bores me. I'm interested in talking about race relations, the economy, foreign policy, not whether some bigot will be our president because he won't. But it makes sense why you're talking about him, he reminds me of—

Julia: Okay! Why don't us girls talk about race relations and the economy and foreign policy and you guys can talk about bigotry? Come on—shit!

Georgina: Julia, are you okay? Where did you get that from?

Julia: Ugh, I got it from hitting my thigh on the table last week.

Georgina: How do you hit the table and end up with a bruise like that?

Julia: I tripped!

Georgina: Last week?

Julia: Yes... Might I ask why this is so intriguing to you?

Georgina: Oh...no reason.

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Julia... Tell me the truth.

What?

That bruise...you did not get that from hitting your thigh on a table. I don't care if you dived into the table, you didn't get that bruise. That bruise is weeks old, I know it is. I got a lot of when I was younger, I can spot them.

Okay, so I didn't get it yesterday. So what?

Then why did you lie about something so minuscule? What are you hiding?

Georgie, it's not your business.

J, you can tell me—

You think it's...Evan. Why?

Julia, I didn't want to tell you this, mostly because you're a good person and I want you to be happy. But I don't think whatever gave you this bruise is making you happy so I'll tell you. Evan and I dated.

You and... Evan.

Yes. Not recently. We broke up three years ago because... Well, he hit me. It was traumatic. I realized I was entering an abusive relationship and it was time I got out. So tell me: did you get that bruise from Evan?


 * shakily* Yes.

Julia...

He only hit you once?

Once.

You wanna look at these? *shows hand, nose*

Oh my God. Oh my God. I need to go.

Where?

I need to do something. And J, I'm sorry. It's not too late to back out of this engagement.

You. Hit her.

What?

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. The bruise on her thigh, the cut on her nose, the nail marks embedded into her skin, THAT WAS YOU. YOU HIT HER. *slaps*

What is this? The advocate against domestic abuse hitting someone? Get this on camera!

This isn't domestic abuse, we're not dating, this is aggravated assault. *attempts to throw lamp*

And this isn't rape, this is a one-night stand. Put your hands on me again and I will put mine in places you'd only hope they'd be in your nightmares now, are we clear?

Let me go, you piece of shit.

Are. We. Clear?

Fine. I won't put my hands on you. But I will work to make sure you will never put your hands on Julia, that she realizes how awful you are, that she deserves better.

Good luck with that.

You think it won't work?

It might. But there will be pretty grave consequences if you do.

Like what?

I'll make work a living hell for you. I'll make you wish her and I were back together, that you never meddled in it to begin with. And that's not a threat, not a promise, just a fact. You forget that I'm your boss and bosses have power. A lot of power.

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J!

Georgina, I know that Evan hitting me would trigger you since he also hit you, but please—

Julia, I—

No, please, don't tell Evan that you know he hit me, he'll—

Julia—

He'll get mad at me, he'll hit me, he'll—

J, I—

Told him, didn't you? You told him, oh God, do you realize what you've done? Georgie, I get that this felt personal, and it's really sweet that you confronted him about it, but do you know what is about to happen to me? He'll blame me for you finding out. Oh my God, I'm about to have a panic attack.

J, calm down. If you're scared, come home with me. You can stay with me. I can help you get out of this.

Are you sure? He'll probably beat me into putting on more makeup.

Not if we get out right now, okay? I finish in a half hour, you can come with me!

Okay, I just need to get—

J, can I talk to you for second?

Um, about what?

Some things I just found out. Kind of private. Best if we can talk in here.

Oh...of course. --- J, what did he tell you.

Sorry, Georgie, I have to go. Prepare for date night.

Date night? With Evan? Did he apologize? What are you guys doing?

Oh you know, it's just going to be us. At our apartment. In the privacy of our own home, where's it's just the two of us. *whispers* Two things happen there, Georgie, and this time, it is not sex.

Let me come with you.

How? It wouldn't matter if it looked suspicious if he didn't let you because he knows you know. He won't let you. There's no way I can get out of this beating.

J, if you're going to get beat, you're gonna get beaten with me. I'm not gonna let you endure this alone. Let's go to the police department. We can file a restraining order.

How are we going to do that before I go home?

You're right... Break up with him. Here. Now. If he follows you, he'll look like a creep in front of everybody. You can go home with me.

That's...that's not a bad idea.

But you have to do it now.

Um, Evan?

Ready to go?

Actually, uh, there's something I have to tell you.

What?

I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore.

What?

I just can't see myself in your future. I'm sorry, but I'm breaking off this engagement.

Here? Now? Can't we talk about this when we go home?

I'll get my stuff tomorrow morning.

You're not even gonna go home? You're breaking up with me here and leaving.

I'm sorry, but this can't happen. I'm sorry.


 * slams door*

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Oh my God, what the hell are you doing in here?

Shut up, you stupid slut, I'm not here for you. But while we're at it, I'd be more than happy to apprise you that I never loved you. Georgina can attest to that. You were essentially a bitch I fucked. The second I saw Georgina, I knew I loved her and Georgina felt the same, didn't you, Georgie? That's why I cheated on you with her that night I proposed to you, which I only did to definitely keep you around a little longer, which was part of my plan to make Georgie jealous. I told her you cheated on me and we broke up and boy, did she believe it. And bam, we were sleeping together. Sex here, sex at our apartment, sex at work, sex in the car you name it. So you might not hate your best friend, but wait 'till you heart this: when I told her we "got back together," she still slept with me. That's right. She'd look at you right in the eye and say hi, then got down on her knees for me in the break room. Did she tell you that? Georgina, did you tell her that?

Even if that is true, which I doubt it is—

Oh, it is. Why do you think I always told you I was staying late at work?

...Okay, well regardless, that doesn't change that you were a piece of shit before.

Oh, but it does change that Georgie here is a piece of shit!

Georgina and I have a common enemy: you.

Or do you and I have a common enemy: her? She broke us up. She made me cheat on you. She's a homewrecker. She's a slut.

You can say that you and Julia's common enemy is me, the homewrecker, Ryan, but our common—mine and Julia's—is you and you are a far greater threat.

Whatever, I wasn't here to get back her. I'm here to talk to you.

Me? Why?

Because you're the root cause. The pain in my damn neck. The arrow that hit me in my Achilles' heel. So like every other time that we've seen each other, I'm gonna need this bitch out of here.

Whatever you have to say to her, Evan, I'm sure I'd be delighted to hear.

It's either that, or I physically pick you up and throw you out. Your pick.

I—

Julia, go. Whatever he says I can handle.

Oh, baby, I'm not saying anything.

Get off of me!

Let me make this clear to you: your life at work? Just became a living hell. Your new job? My personal sex toy. Your new service is being at my service, or I give you the worst hours. I cut your salary. Your lunch is the second to last hour of work. And every break you have is with me. Clear?

Did you ever consider that I could report you to HR?

Oh, but you won't. Or, I mean, you could, but I think that would compromise J's situation over here.

You wouldn't dare.

But I would! Do we have a deal?

Whether or not, that won't change how I feel about you. You can't kiss me and make me fall in love with you.

Is that so? Was that the case all the other times I did it?

You mean before I realized what a piece of shit you were?

Wasn't I a piece of shit when I "got back together" with Julia? Please, you've been outmatched. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow at work. You've been switched back to my unit. Don't conform, you hurt Julia. So do it for J, yeah, babe?

Don't 'babe' me.

I think I can do whatever I want with you. See you! Bye, bitch.

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Georgina. Pleasure seeing you here.

Shut up.

Woah, you sound upset. Had a rough night?

I'm not talking to you unless you need me to talk to you.

Oh, so I see you've complied. That's great!

For Julia, I don't give a damn about you.

Awe, you're such a good friend! Anyway, I'll see you during your lunch break.

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Oh, God. You scared me.

Where were you going? 'Cause I think you have to be at a certain somewhere with a someone. Asking for a friend.

I'm not on my break yet, relax.

Actually you are. Have been. For five minutes.

You're a creep, you know that?

And you can't mind your own business. Look where we are. Now c'mon. -- What do you want?

Ah, can't we ease into the conversation?

What do you want?

Ask about each other's day?

What. Do. You. Want.

Sex.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No. Means. No. No.

Listen, Georgie, I'm not planning on forcing myself inside of you. You'll be screaming, my DNA will be everywhere, the vaginal tears—the whole thing will be a disaster. If anything is happening, I'm getting your consent.

And what in God's name makes you think I would consent to sex with you?

Didn't I already tell you? That's where Julia comes into this. Don't want to have sex, then don't. But Julia's fate relies on you. Your pick.

Blackmailing me isn't consent.

The clock is ticking and this isn't ending until I get an answer so choose.

Let's just get this over with.

Good answer! I'd hate to see an innocent bystander involved in this.

What do you want me to do? Just say it so I can get over with it.

You know what.

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Where are you going?

Home.

You sure? I'm looking for round two.

Sorry, but I've already done my deed of the day. You need someone to pleasure you, call a prostitute.

Wherever did I restrict us to only seeing each other once?

You didn't. I did. Goodbye.

That's fine! I'll just head over to Julia's. Unless, of course you don't want me to. Do you want me to?

What do you want me to do for you? Just tell me so I can get it over it.

Such a good friend! And it isn't what you can do for me, it's what I can do for you.

What? No! What's the point?

The point is I want you and you will do as I say.