Just Let Go

Hudson

Hudson

"You might want to clear that shit up from round your face Laura." I looked at the hideous red colour lipstick she had managed to smudge half way round her face while she was trying to rape my fucking mouth with her tongue.

"It's Linda for fucks sake!" Shit, the rage in her face added to the traffic light red stain already plastering it was making this woman look like a fucking beetroot.

I thought it best to keep quiet as I tucked myself back into my boxers and re arranged myself so I wasn't looking like a fucking full Christmas stocking after I pulled my suit trousers up. I tucked my shirt in and sat down in my comfy office chair, I watched the far too skinny blonde mince around my office collecting items of her clothing like an episode of fucking supermarket sweep, it was pitiful, but we both got the end result we desired. As she picked her lacy thong off the plant in the corner she turned to give me the look, shit, she's done, no more with Laura, Linda whatever the fuck her name is. She was catching feelings, I saw it in all their eyes after three or more times, I knew it was coming.

"Look...Linda, it's been great, but I think it's for the best we don't do this again, I hope you unders-"

"Fuck you Hudson!" She cut me off "Fuck all of this, I knew it was coming, why can't you let someone get closer to you than being bent over your fucking desk?!"

Clearly in the mix up with her fucking feelings, smudge over here forgot she was talking to her fucking boss,

"Linda, you need to calm your shit down right about now. You keep quiet and don't pull some dramatic scene out by the fucking printing machine then you can keep your job and we can go on our merry fucking way, if not then get your shit and leave my building and find some other boss that will take those pretty lips down on his cock, it wouldn't take much" I knew it was harsh, but that's the way it had to be,I had to admit that this shit got tiring though.

Linda gathered her bag up and I allowed her to use my bathroom to make herself presentable, she left quietly. As the door clicked shut I sighed the longest fucking sigh of my life. I earnt well, I spent well, cars, trips, boats, women. But at the end of the day, it was just me. Don't get me wrong, I liked being on my own, but this lifestyle gets hollow. It's not my roots. My roots. I knew Friday was 2days away, the anniversary of Casey's death, my baby sister. I hadn't spoken to mum and dad for what, 5 months now? I knew their business was doing well as I kept an eye on their books. But I knew this 3 year anniversary would be tough as it would have been Casey's 18th birthday too. I missed her, every damn day. I also will never forgive myself for allowing what happened to happen. I needed out, I needed home. I needed my fucking bike. She was tucked away back at my house, covered up. The city wasn't the place to ride her, so I would take her home.

I buzzed in my secretary who I pay an obscene salary to overlook the strewn paper around my office and office desk boinked half way across the room, and told her I was going away and to inform the necessary people to take over while I was gone. I've never wanted to go home so much before, perhaps it's because of Casey, perhaps it's because I'm lonely or perhaps there is some unknown reason I'm driving all the way back to that dive of a bar ready to face down all the shit I left behind. I must have really lost my fucking mind now.