𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈
It was bad enough working in a bakery with karens, but being an assistant is probably worse.
Working at Cyber Tech is like highschool all over again. Gossiping girls who point and laugh. I just have to navigate my way through the waters o...
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Me and Maya sit in my living room, watching chick-flicks while eating ice-cream and drinking wine. We laugh and joke with each other, gossiping and making fun of the characters in the movies.
Half way through the second movie, Maya blurts, "Me and Mason had sex."
I choke on my wine, hurrying to swallow it. I spin to her. "You did what?"
"Mhm." Her lips are pressed together as she nods. "On the couch... And the bathroom... and the bedroom." She lists off with a wince.
"Jesus, Maya! That's disgusting!"
"I know! I'm sorry!" She hides in her turtleneck jacket.
"I'm surprised you're not pregnant! Why did he have so many condoms?" My face scrunches. She smiles sheepishly at me. "Oh, God. Maya, please tell me you used protection."
"In my defense—"
"Oh, dear lord!" I groan.
"He has a good pull-out game!" She exclaims.
"Maya!" I yell, eyes widened in disbelief.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, don't hate me!"
Then I realize something. "Damn it. I owe Rhys a twenty."
"Excuse me?" She asks in shock. I slap a hand over my mouth. Oops. "You placed a bet on me and Mason?!"
"I didn't come up with it!" I defend. "He said you'd end up fucking, I bet that you wouldn't." I ponder. "Okay, maybe I did place the bet, but still!"
"You—" We both scream as she jumps onto me, beating me with a pillow.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I yell, trying to appease her, but it doesn't stop her. "Okay, okay! I'll give you the remote. We can watch whatever you want!" She pauses.
"Hm. I like that. Good choice." She climbs off of me, grabbing the remote off the table. Good god, that girl.
***
"Here."
Rhys stares at the twenty-dollar bill, an eyebrow arched. "What's this for?"
"You won."
"Won what?"
I huff. "On the night of the gala, Mason and Maya had sex." I grimace. "And I need to disinfect my entire house." He licks his lips, trying to bite down a smile. "What are you laughing at? You won; take the money."
"I already knew they had sex."
"Wha— For how long?" My brows furrow.
"Few days after the gala." He leans back in his office chair, his hands connecting behind his head.
"And you knew before me?" My eyes widen.
He shrugs. "Of course, I knew. Mason's one of my friends."
I pout, crossing my arms. "Well, that's not fair."
