(Seb POV)
"Call me," i left the 47th voicemail and hung up. I had left 47 voicemails in the past hour. (y/n) refused to talk to me and for the past few weeks at work, she had ignored me.
I had stopped by her office so many times but she had kicked me out every single time. The only time she allowed me to be in the same room as her was at a meeting or when i was giving her her next assignment.
Every night after work i had gone home, eaten dinner and then i headed to the bar to make myself feel better...
I sat slumped at the bar.
Can i have another drink?" I asked the bar tender, and soon he had passed me another.
I took a sip; I had had three already and i still hadn't gotten drunk.
"Is something the matter?" the bar-tender suddenly asked as he cleaned mugs.
"Everything," i mumbled, leaning against the counter top.
"Why?" he asked, and i looked up at him.
"My girlfriend dumped me because i got drunk and some other girl took advantage of me. she took me to my apartment and we made out until my ex showed up and i realized what was going on," i mumbled.
"oh wow. why don't you just stick with the new girl?" he asked, setting down a mug.
"Because...i really liked the girl..." i said.
"oh. didn't she let you explain?" he asked.
"she didn't care about what i had to say..." i said.
"Oh. well i don't really know what to say. i'm not much for comforting people. After all, i am a bartender," he let out a small laugh, and i took another sip.
"Get me a shot of liquor," i said.
"Okay," he said, leaning down and grabbing a shot glass.
He poured some liquor into it and i took it, feeling the alcohol beginning to sink into my system.
I stood outside the bar, waving to a cab. I turned and threw up right as the cab pulled up. I opened the door with great difficulty and stepped into the cab. I told the cab driver my address, my words tying together. He nodded and drove off, heading back to my apartment.
I payed the cab driver and stepped out of the cab, stumbling through the doors and into the elevator. I found my room with great difficulty, only to see a familiar girl standing outside it.
"Kayla?" my words slurred.
"Yes. Now i need (y/n)'s address. That's all i'm here for," she said quickly.
"Are you sure that's all you're here for?" i stammered; everything felt bubbly and i didn't really know what was going on but suddenly I was pressing her against the door and she was slapping me.
"Why are you slapping me??" the words came out so slowly, it was as if i was speaking in slow motion.
"Because you are taken by someone else," she replied firmly, "And i already told you. i came here for one thing."
"What do you mean taken by someone else? is there someone i'm forgetting?" i asked drowsily.
"Never mind that sebastian. Just give me (y/n)'s address!!" she shouted.
"Who's (y/n)?" i asked.
"UGH YOURE IMPOSSIBLE," she yelled, sighing in frustration, "I'll figure it out myself."
She stormed away, and i reached into my pocket and fumbled around for my keys to my apartment.
I found them and it took me about 10 minutes before the key went in the hole and i walked into my apartment, taking out the key and shutting my door behind me. i just wanted to sleep...
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The Boss
Casuale(y/n) finds herself in an interesting situation when her love interest ends up being her boss...read to find out what happens ;)
