When Worlds Fall Apart

Chapter 4

I wake up to find myself in the backseat of Trevor's car. Looks like I'm making a habit of waking up in cars with Trevor.

The sunlight is overwhelming and my head is pounding from last night's alcohol.

The worst part is that I consumed enough alcohol to give me a hangover, but I didn't consume enough to make me unaccountable for my behaviour and actions last night.

The first thing I remember is Trevor pounding in and out of me. God, how many times did we have sex last night?!?

Twice in the bathroom, once in the VIP lounge on those leather couches and twice in his car! Shit, I already feel a little bit sore this morning.

Trevor is still sound asleep beneath me, so at least I have a window to escape without having to talk to him. I can't handle this situation right now and if that makes me a coward then so be it.

I slide my body off of his and then get out of the car. I don't look back to see if I have all of my things. I just need to get out of here. If I see his peaceful sleeping face, I might want to stay. And sure, I messed up last night but today I can think clearly again. I can't stay with Trevor.

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I'm back at Vance. I'm just sitting in my chair behind my desk. There isn't really anything else for me to do.

I can't go through any manuscripts, because my useless mind doesn't want to focus on anything that isn't Trevor related.

I hate how I left things this morning, but I didn't have any other choice.

After Cal came to pick me up, I just went through my normal morning routine. It felt like I was on autopilot.

I'm so thankful to Cal for not asking any questions about where or with who I was last night. I figured he must know that I was with Trevor, but he didn't make me feel even worse about it, which is something I appreciate.

Memories from last night start rushing into my mind. Me and Trevor just holding each other. Him whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I hate how pathetic I am.

I rest my head on my desk and try to clear my thoughts. A few drops escape out of my eyes.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting?" My head snaps up from my desk at the sound of Mr Vance's voice. Shoot, he just caught me wallowing in pain on the job!

"Um... No, not at all. Please come right on in, Mr. Vance," I say as I attempt to straighten out my shirt and wipe the mascara from beneath my eyes. There is no way on earth that I look anywhere near presentable at this very moment.

"So what can I do for you, sir?" I ask as he takes a seat in the chair in front of my desk.

I didn't miss the fact that he closed the door behind him when he entered. I must be in big trouble. I feel like the kid in the movies who has just been called to the principal's office.

"Well, I just wanted to check in on you. You haven't been in for quite a few days now and yesterday I didn't get the chance to pop in..."

"Yes, I'm extremely sorry about that, Mr Vance. I just had this stomach bug, but I'm all better now and ready to get back to work," I say cutting Mr Vance off before he can start properly scolding me. I feel so bad for letting him down like this. I know that I still technically did my job, but I worked from home which isn't fair towards my colleagues.

"Don't worry, you aren't in trouble or anything like that. You still did your required amount of manuscripts, so you don't have anything to worry about." I let out a huge sigh of relief.