The aftermath of breakup

I'm gonna pretend that this day never happened.

Well, nice said Jane. Yesterday you were going to pretend nice with Mrs. Harrington and you were about to success if her toothless son didn't spilling toothpaste on your favourite snickers.

I cringed remembering her son. He's horrible, and gives me nightmares every day.

Mrs. Harrington is a thirty eight year old woman, precisely, who lives next door with a husband who doesn't talk much and like to bury his face into newspaper, and a seven year old toothless son who look like as if sent from hell to torture the human world.

I remember what happened last year on thanksgiving. He spilled toothpaste in my pudding. And then I broke his teeth.

Just kidding.

I'm a peaceful woman who doesn't believe in violence.

I didn't hit him. I just gave him the taste of his own medicine by shoving the 'toothpasted' pudding into his mouth.

However, what happened today is going to haunt me forever, and I'm not gonna forget it because he'll be here to remind me the worst day of my life.

Leonardo Vincenzo-My boss.

I took out the apartment keys from my jeans' pocket and unlocked the door slowly so my younger brother who lives with me wouldn't hear me coming in.

He is a minute younger than me and a chef at San Carlo hotel which is a best hotel in New York. He gets paid pretty well.

My mom and dad who lives in Savannah, Georgia had insisted him to move into his own apartment but I opposed them because I thought I'd get my personal chef for free. As I thought, now he cooks for me everyday before leaving for his job.

I put the keys on the counter and poured a wine for me.

Sipping a wine, I sank onto the couch. A wine might do some better in forgetting the worst day of my life.

"Evening, Sister."

"Satan's ass!" I jumped off the couch being appalled from Luke's sudden appearance. "You scared the hell out of me." In response he chuckled and tossing his bag on the table, took a seat next to me.

"Your dinner is ready. Must be in your stomach before 7. And if you tried to throw the beans out of it, I'll not hesitate in augmenting the quantity." He admonished me. Ignoring him, I took another sip and another and then another until the glass got empty.

He was scrutinising me intently as I walked over to the counter and returned with a whole bottle of wine in my hand.

"Sis, you okay?"

"Totally." Alcohol was consuming my brain and I finally realised that I really being ditched.

Duck shit.

"I caught him with another woman." I sobbed, tears pouring down my cheeks.

It is so much easy to tell someone that I don't care. But this is reality. The aftermath of break up.

Luke sighed and gave me a side hug, and I soaked his shirt with tears. "I warned you when you started dating him." His voice was soft, "But whatever happened, happened. Wine doesn't solve problems."

"Neither do water." I added in a croaky voice. His chest rippled as he chuckled.

I continued, "He said he wants to fulfill his needs. If I won't give him what he wants then there are other women who can do this for him." I heard him blurting some curses. "He said I don't even know how to kiss a guy, and...and I'll probably die alone."

"That son of a bitch! I'll kill him." He cursed under his breath.

"But then I punched him in his face."

"How imprudent of him."

I looked up at him, "Luke, do I look that bad?"

"What? No, sister. That bastard said those things to you it doesn't mean you're not beautiful." He said genuinely, "In fact, You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. From outside and inside. You're nice with everyone. Just...don't push the bitch button."

I smacked his arm for the last part he said. I don't need to take Ryder seriously. I know I'm beautiful. In fact, I look back only when my ass is in the mirror.

"You're right, Brother. I wasn't born to cry for a bastard." I straightened my shoulder and raised my chin, "I was born to put on glasses and flip my hair."

He pinched my nose and chuckled, "That's a Jane Sanders I know. Don't waste your time on a shit like crying. Life is too short to give a shit."

I smiled at him. He always knows how to help me out of my agony. We fight, We laugh and help each other.

"I should go now, otherwise my manager will serve me as starter." He said in a hurry as he got up and grabbed his bag. "If you think you need to talk, just call me okay."

I nodded, "Mmm..hmm!"

He kissed my forehead and walked off there. Once the sound of cracking the door approached to my ears I grabbed the wine bottle and sank back into the couch.

I don't think I'd be able to sleep tonight since I know what is about to come in the next morning when I'd face my boss.

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I'm gonna make sure this would never happen. I have an image that people think I only sleep with blondes, and I'll make sure that their thinking will not change. Although yesterday I didn't sleep with Ms. Sanders, but I let her wrap her soft plum lips around my manhood. I guess it was her first time, but she was pretty good though. I didn't know that she was into me. Until yesterday I used to think that she's a robot who follows my command and doesn't cross question for anything. But when she said she would like to give me a blow job, I couldn't resist her. I couldn't resist her hazel green innocent pleading eyes.

But it would never happen again. I'll make sure she understands that she is my secretary and I'm her boss. It'd probably hurt her feelings but why do I care. She is brunette and obviously not my type.

I knocked on the door to her office and let myself in. She was reading a file or either solving the word puzzle in a newspaper, I didn't pay much attention to that because my eyes were on the pencil which was between her soft plum lips.

This should be my dick.

No Leo, you're here to tell her that she isn't your type. So she would leave the hope that I could sleep with her. I don't do with brunettes. She's lucky that she got a chance to taste my nectar.

She was so busy in solving the puzzle that she didn't even realise I was in front of her. I cleared my throat to gain her attention and then her hazel green eyes almost popped out of her socket when she saw me.

She seemed nervous. I knew this sign. The first sign of affection. Poor girl might've been in one sided love with me.

"Morning Sir. You're early." She said looking sideways.

She can't even make eye contact with me. Hmm..second sign of affection.

"Ms. Sanders, Since you take cares of the girls after I sleep with them, you know very well that all of them are blondes." I remind her.

"Certainly, Sir."

"Yesterday the thing that happened between us won't happen again." I continued, "I'm sorry Ms. Sanders, but you aren't my type." She seemed shocked and confused at the same time.

Third sign.

"I know it'll hurt your feelings but—"

"Sir!" She interjected and let out a chuckle as if I said a joke, "I believe you're confused, because whatever happened yesterday was because of my boy-I mean ex-boyfriend about whom I just found out yesterday that he's been ditching me since six months."

I scrutinised her from head to toe. She's kind of hot by the way. There's no doubt that she could have a boyfriend. Her hazel green eyes, her pink plum lips are so inviting. She even got boobs and ass. Even though she's brunette, but she isn't less sexy than a blonde. I doubt why haven't I noticed her yet.

"I'm not sexually interested in you, sir. You're my boss. You pay me. It was just because of my ex-boyfriend from whom I wanted to take revenge." She added.

And then my ego breaks into thousands of pieces.

She played me.

"In fact, I was going to come at you for solving the misunderstanding." She smiled, a crooked one. "Don't worry sir, You don't have to think about it anymore. I assure you that it won't happen again. It was probably a worst day of your life as much as it for me."

I nodded and gave her a fake smile before leaving.

Worst day of your life?

I'll make sure you'll beg for it, Ms. Sanders.