So after all of that conflict between me and Kamala, it was time for me to get ready and head home. I put all my things in my bag walking out of my office, I walk past Kamala's office so fast not wanting to speak to her at all. I walk out of the White House walking to my car, getting in and driving off.
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Downtown/ the bar...
I'm driving downtown, I decided to go to one of my favorite bars and grab a drink. The day I had today I needed a break. I got out the car walking into the bar finding me a seat. "What can I get you tonight ma'am?". I respond, "can I get 3 shots of tequila?". He gives me my three shots and I gulp them down in 3.2 seconds.
It's 9pm and I can't even remember how many shots I've took, maybe around 5 or 7 shots? Maybe even more. "Can I pay for my tab now?". I pay for all the shots I've took and drove myself home, dangerous to be driving drunk, I know.
I got home safely, I flopped down on the bed and laid there thinking about me and Kamala, even though I regret kissing her but I also liked it ngl. It's wrong though, that shouldn't have happened. She thinks it's funny, her claiming I'm "hers" is insane.
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Tuesday morning..
I wake up due to a bunch of sunshine in my eyes, I roll over to the other side of the bed putting my face in the pillow. I lay there for about 10 minutes, trying to force my body to get out of the bed. I finally get out of bed, stepping over my heels falling onto the floor. "Fuck" I say softly.
I finally get up able to make it to the bathroom, and of course I'm hung over so I'm throwing up all over the place. I finally wash my face trying to fully wake up. I walk back into the bedroom and notice my phone is buzzing, so I pick up.
"Hello?" I say in a raspy tone. Kamala responds, "where are you? Why is your voice so raspy?". She says in such concern. I finally speak, "I'm not feeling well so I'm calling off today". I hear her sigh on the other end, "I'll be at work tomorrow". She responds, "okay Mrs. Reid, get better soon see you tomorrow". I swallow my saliva, "I will, and see you tomorrow as well". The call ends there.
I flop down on the bed and start to think about when Kamala had me pushed against that door and her hand gripping my neck. It turned me completely on all over again.
I've been in bed all day, I've only gotten up to pee and eat and repeat. I stayed in bed and caught up with so many shows. I did feel bored I realized it's actually fun being busy and having things to do.
As I continued lying down in bed, my phone starts buzzing with an unknown number. I pick up, "Hello?", The phone was silent for a moment then the other person on the other end begin to speak.
"Hey Tiff it's Bonnie from Cali". Holy shit it's my childhood best friend. "Hey Bonnie! It's nice to finally talk to you again". She responds, "it's nice talking to you again as well, how have you been?".
I respond, "I've been good, I got a job at the White House as Kamala Harris's assistant!". She's silent for a moment but she speaks again, "Congratulations tiff, I'm so proud of you". It felt so heart warming when she said that.
I respond, "thank you, how have you been? Are you still in Cali?". She sighs, "No I moved away from Cali for about 2 years now. I'm in in New Jersey due to a new job". I smile, "That's nice, you got a boyfriend??!". She laughs , "I'm actually engaged Tiff!".
She says so excitedly. I burst out into tears, "Congratulations! When we're you gonna tell me?". She responds, "I've kept it a secret from everyone, no one knows besides you". I look in confusion and i respond, "why haven't you told your parents?".
