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“I should go to bed.” I hear a

tremor in my voice. He lets go of my

hand, and I rub the wrist, backing away.

He’s been angry since she found out. He

doesn’t want to lose her. I should be

okay with that. I am not her.

I walk away, hoping he does stay

the night. I got a job at his company, and

it started as a fling. Strictly sex, but I

fell for him. I was convinced that he just

had to have a reason to choose me, and