Urban Cowgirl 2.1F

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I know.

Skipping work the day right after I got promoted isn’t exactly what a responsible person would do…but then again, a responsible person shouldn’t walk in on her boyfriend cheating on her. I’ve been working my ass off for God knows how long and, especially after yesterday, I deserve a break.

I deserve to treat myself.

Forcing a smile onto my lips, I hold my chin up and walk down the street, Giovanni’s blinking neon sign already calling me from a distance. Not the cheapest place to have lunch, but Giovanni’s has been my favorite restaurant since the first time I ate there, and Peter never really bothered to take me there…so today that’s where I’ll go.

I just hope people don’t think I’m weird.

I mean, sitting there alone…how sad can that be? People are going to think that nobody likes me, and that—

“Stop it,” I tell myself firmly, pushing open the door to the restaurant and stepping inside. The time to feel sorry for myself is over. Today’s the first day of the rest of my life, and I won’t allow anything to ruin that.

I mean, I should be feeling great.

The apartment looks better now—despite all the broken crap I had to stuff down the trash can—and I’m wearing my favorite dress. I went to the spa and, after an hour-long massage, got my nails done. Now, I’m about to have lunch at the best Italian restaurant there is in this city.

“This is a good day, and I’m as happy as I can be,” I whisper to myself as I take a seat. Feeling more confident, I reach for the menu. I’m looking through the entrées when a buzzing sound comes from inside my purse. Fishing my phone with two fingers, I feel my heart tightening into a little ball of anxiety as I see my boss’s name blinking on the screen.

Oh, crap.

“Hey, Karen,” I say meekly, pushing the phone up against my ear.

“What the hell, Ashley?” She hisses, her tone a pissed off one. “Where the hell are you?”

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His body makes me shiver…
But it’s his tongue that keeps me satisfied.

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