Brady and I went to dinner on Monday night. We don’t hang out every single day like we used to and it’s okay because when I do see him I get so excited.
After we ate, Brady suggested we go to this chocolate shop a couple of doors down. I was pretty full from dinner, but I’ll never say no to chocolate. I ended up getting chocolate covered strawberries, marshmallows dipped in chocolate and pretty much the whole top row of the display case. All together we spent almost $50. No regrets though.
On Tuesday Andrew started being a dick to me just like Brady predicted. I woke up early to start working because I didn’t want to leave with a ton of stuff to be done. I started answering emails from my home office at like 6:30 AM and didn’t stop for breakfast until like 11 AM. I was proud of myself.
I was sitting at my little dining table eating a waffle and scrolling through Instagram when Andrew texted me.
“Can you send me your completed operations report right away?” he asked.
Shit. Out of everything I had worked on, that was the one thing I hadn’t gotten to. I just needed to plug in some numbers though so I replied, “Sure. Just give me a few minutes.”
I abandoned my waffle and OJ and grabbed my laptop to bring to the kitchen with me. Andrew had sent me three messages basically lecturing me. He said, “Just because it’s your last week doesn’t mean you can slack off. We’re still paying you so you still need to do work.”
Whoa. What the fuck? Obviously he had no idea that I actually was still doing work and more work than I did usually. Whatever. I didn’t even reply.
Later on, we had a conference call with other sales directors and Andrew’s immediate boss. I was listening and taking notes, but kind of daydreaming too. Andrew put me on the spot and asked me a question, but luckily the answer was right on the page of my packet that I was looking at.
“Wow. Everyone, let’s clap for Reese. She finally knows how to read,” Andrew said sarcastically. And then he actually paused so people could clap.
I was so fucking pissed off that I almost hung up and texted Andrew to tell him I was done. But I took a deep breath and finished the call and didn’t talk to Andrew for the rest of the day.
I went to Brady’s after he left work. After Andrew ruined my day, I needed bae to make me feel better. We took wine to the living room and Brady did work while I told him what happened.
“I was afraid that would happen,” Brady said. “I don’t think you should do anything crazy though. Just try to stick it out until Friday.”
“He’s such an ass! I’m going to report him to HR before I leave. I hope they fire him,” I grumbled. I almost wanted to tell Brady what happened that one night in Tennessee, but luckily I caught myself before I blurted it out.
“You should file some sort of formal complaint. Maybe they won’t fire him, but it’ll be good to at least let them know what’s going on. And in the meantime, just be thankful that you only have to deal with him for a few more days,” Brady said.
I instantly felt better. “How are you always so positive? Does anything ever upset you? Don’t you ever just want to kill someone?” I asked.
Brady shrugged. “Of course things upset me, but never enough to ruin my day. I have so much more to be grateful for. I won’t let a stupid coworker put me in a bad mood.”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding.
“You have way too much going for you to let that guy make you feel worthless.”
Aw. I really, really need to be more like Brady. Maybe I need to go to a third world country and witness some real life problems for myself.
I was in a much better mood on Wednesday and managed to avoid Andrew the entire day. Brady texted me around five saying that he was off and wanted to see me so I invited him over. I can’t lie, I was a little bit nervous because I feel like every time Brady gets off early and wants to see me, I’m in trouble. I sat there racking my brain trying to think of what I could have done wrong. Nothing was jumping out at me except exchanging numbers with Matt, but even then, Brady couldn’t possibly be pissed at me for that.
Oh well. I showered and put on a hoodie and little knit shorts, threw my hair into a bun and waited. I buzzed him up and paced, nervous that he was going to yell at me. I think I was a little bit scarred from the time he screamed at me for messaging Jessica. When I heard Brady’s light knock on the door I practically ran to answer it.
I was surprised to find Brady standing there with a bag from a bakery near his work and a couple of white roses. Awwwwwwwwww.
“Hiiiiii,” I said happily, but cautiously.
“Hey. I brought you something,” Brady said walking in. He sat the bag down and motioned for me to look in. Cheesecake.
“Oh my gosh. Are you trying to make me get fat so no one else wants me?” I was mostly kidding.
Brady laughed. “Exactly.”
He dropped to his knees and just as I started to ask what he was doing, he started kissing my thighs. Oh. Ohhh. Neither of us said a word as Brady painstakingly slowly pulled my shorts off. He looked up at me, almost for approval, before pulling my underwear down and helping me step out of them. So I was standing in front of a kneeling Brady with just a hoodie on.
He started kissing my thighs again and then put one of my legs over his shoulder. And then Brady began eating me out. Yesssssssss.
“Shit,” I mumbled. I almost couldn’t handle it. I had to lean over and put my hands on Brady’s head because my leg was about to give out. Have I mentioned how good Brady is at cunnilingus? I’ll keep him around for that, if nothing else. Also, have you ever had someone eat you out so well that it almost hurt? Like it was unbearable. I was conflicted between telling him to stop because I couldn’t handle it and pushing myself further onto him. And then I came.
Brady stood up and wiped his chin and I had to lean against the counter to steady myself.
“Do you want to eat cheesecake now?” I asked.
Brady laughed and stepped forward to pick me up. “No.”
He carried me to my room and we finally consummated our relationship. And I didn’t even have to seduce him. I think he was probably just as horny as I was.
Afterwards, I was half asleep, but we laid in bed talking.
“Why did it take you so long to have sex with me? Were you trying to torture me?” I asked.
“What are you talking about? No,” Brady replied.
“Because you haven’t tried anything in like two weeks. It was deliberate right?”
“Yes it was deliberate!” Brady exclaimed. “Last time I tried something you practically tied my hands to your bed. I didn’t want you to do that again.”
I couldn’t even pretend that wasn’t hilarious. I threw my arms around him and kissed his cheek. “You’re so presh.”
“No, you’re presh.”
On Thursday I got a really interesting text message. Remember BJ the intern (insert eye rolling emoji here)? I literally haven’t talked to him since last summer. He texted me saying, “Hey boss lady. I’m interviewing for a job in Atlanta and was wondering if you could write me a letter of recommendation? I’ll owe you big time. :-)”
Ew. That kid has some fucking nerve texting me asking for a favor. I was half tempted to tell him that I would do it then sending a scathing letter letting his future employer know what an asshat he is. But I’ve matured. So I didn’t text back.
Friday was my last day of work and lucky for me, Andrew was in Chicago. He ignored me the entire morning then invited me to lunch – a totally work free lunch. I couldn’t think of an excuse to get out of it fast enough.
At first Andrew just asked me questions like what I would miss most about the company (traveling) and if I thought I was ready to take on new challenges (obviously). Then he started giving me like an impromptu performance review and told me what he thinks I need to work on. I didn’t ask for that. I feel like Andrew is that boyfriend who would tell you he doesn’t like your outfit for date night and you should change.
At the end of lunch, Andrew said, “Well I hope you keep in touch, Reese. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t reach out to me for any reason.”
Gross. But of course, I nodded and said okay. Then he proceeded to give me his personal cell phone number since until then all I’ve had was his work number. Joy. Doubt I’ll ever need to use it.
Brady was running in some sort of race on Saturday so he wasn’t interested in doing anything that night. So I decided to meet Matt at the pub crawl. I invited Preston and his new best friend, Nicole. I filled Preston in on Matt on our way to the bar.
“So you don’t think he’s into you?” Preston asked, looking skeptical.
“I don’t know. I think he’s just friendly,” I replied. Honestly, Matt had been kind of flirty – telling me to come over after work for a glass of wine, asking what he needed to do to see me – but I’d been completely unresponsive to his advances.
“Mmkay, girl. You just let me know if we need an escape,” Preston said. I hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
When we got to the bar, Matt was standing outside waiting for us.
“Hey you,” Matt said smiling. The last time I’d seen him was when we were getting off the plane and he looked a little different without his hat and travel attire. Plus he was clean shaven when I met him, but he had some stubble on Friday night. He’s on the taller side with an athletic build and nice, brown hair.
Matt pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek and I knew Preston was standing behind me judging so I pulled away quickly. I introduced him to Preston and Nicole and Nicole shook his hand and asked how we knew each other. I turned around and rolled my eyes at her. I explained the whole story to them on the way to the bar. Nicole is just so annoying. I don’t think she has a filter so she just says whatever pops into her little brain. It doesn’t help that she has a thigh gap the size of the Grand Canyon so I can’t stand to even look at her.
“I met this little beauty in first class on the way back to Chicago from Dallas.”
“Ohhhh,” Nicole looked from him to me and back. “So what’s this pub crawl for?”
Matt explained his job to her – how he runs this company and has hundreds of people under him and likes to show them his appreciation sometimes hence the pub crawl. We got inside, Matt introduced us to a few of his employees then ordered a round of beer for all of us.
“You must be a busy girl,” Matt said.
It took me a second to realize that he said that because I never got back to him about hanging out. Oops.
“Yeah. Switching jobs has been hectic,” I said which was kind of a lie.
We chatted for a while, just mindless small talk about work. He said he only works Monday through Thursday and likes to get away on the weekends. He has condos in San Diego and Miami and when I told him that I want to go back to Miami because I haven’t been in a couple years, he told me that he would love to take me. I didn’t say anything back.
I met some more of Matt’s employees who wanted to do shots with us. They had obviously been out for a while because they were all completely drunk. They were actually really fun. He works with this big guy with a crazy mustache who seemed to be the life of the party. They called him “Big Ben.” Big Ben kept saying to Matt, “She’s cute, man. Watch yourself.”
Since I was a little tipsy I started asking questions. I found out that Matt is 33 and grew up in New York City, but he’s been in Chicago for almost ten years.
“So you’re 33 and you aren’t married?” I asked.
Matt took a drink from his beer before saying, “Nope.”
“And you haven’t been?”
I think I made a face because Matt said, “What? A guy in his early thirties should be married?”
“I mean… Kinda. I just feel like if you aren’t married by now, is there something wrong with you?”
He laughed. “That’s such a naïve thing to say. How old are you again, Reese?”
“Twenty five,” I said.
“Ah. And you’re not married?”
I didn’t say anything.
“I’ve been waiting for a girl just like you, Reese. That’s why I’m not.”
I rolled my eyes. I knew it was the perfect time to mention Brady. But I didn’t. I should have, but I just didn’t.
A few minutes later I told Matt that I would be right back and went to find Preston and Nicole. I hadn’t seen them since we first arrived.
“Hey chick,” Preston said when I reached them in a corner of the bar. “We’re gonna go.”
“What? Already?” I exclaimed.
“We’re getting bored and I have to work in the morning,” Preston explained.
“Okay, well I’m leaving too. Let me just say goodbye to Matt.”
“Noo, no, no. You stay and have fun. Don’t let us ruin your night, doll.”
“Okay. Well, you suck for leaving,” I said. I can’t lie, I was a little bit nervous about Preston leaving me alone with Matt.
After Preston and Nicole left we all headed to the next bar. I only had one more drink before I got tired and started yawning.
“Am I boring you that much?” Matt leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“No, sorry! I’m just getting sleepy. I had a long day,” I said. “Thanks for inviting me though. I had fun.”
“Do you want me to call you a car?” he asked.
“No. I’m calling an Uber.”
Matt nodded and walked me outside to wait.
“Make some time for me next week,” he said and it sounded almost like an order.
“I’ll try. I’ll probably be super, super busy with my new job.”
“Too busy for a quick dinner with me?” Matt looked boyishly smug when he said this and put his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“Unfortunately yes. I’ll let you know though, k?” My phone buzzed to let me know that my Uber was arriving. I was almost relieved when the Toyota Camry stopped at the curb.
“Oh, this is me!” I squealed.
Matt grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug. “Get yourself something good to eat then.” His hands slid down my back and grabbed a good handful of my ass cheek.
“Whoa!” I said, pushing him away. Flirting was one thing, but I never gave him permission to touch me like that.
He laughed and kissed my cheek quickly. “Goodnight, Reese.”
I said, “Bye!” hastily before jumping in the car.
Later on when I was at home getting undressed, I saw what looked like a dollar hanging out of my jeans pocket. I never carry cash so I was confused and picked up my jeans to investigate. I found two hundred dollar bills in the back pocket of my jeans and I realized that Matt must have stuck them in my pocket when he was squeezing my ass. That’s why he was touching me like that. And that explained the, “Get yourself something good to eat,” comment too.
Ew. How tacky. He thinks he can buy me with $200?
Maybe $2,000 – just kidding. I felt guilty and terrible and decided I was going to tell him immediately that I’m happily taken and I can’t accept his money.
I texted him, “Matt, what’s this money for?”
“Since you aren’t going to make time for me to take you to dinner, take it and go somewhere nice.”
Ugh. I said, “I can buy my own dinner, thanks.”
“Just take it and quit being difficult. Goodnight, Reese.”
I felt like he was dismissing me which pissed me off. I started typing about seven different messages bragging about having my own money and a boyfriend, but then I decided not to respond at all.
I went to brunch with Kendra on Saturday. She says she and John finally have a date picked out: September 26th which is not that far away at all. She started telling me all the details I needed to know about getting fitted for a bridesmaid dress and stuff.
“Wait. You haven’t even asked me to be a bridesmaid,” I said.
“Well, obviously. As if I have a choice,” Kendra rolled her eyes.
I was already smiling and clapping. So excited! I love being in weddings.
That afternoon I made Brady go shopping with me. We spent an hour in the handbag department trying to find the perfect small, but not too small crossbody bag. It’s a lot harder than you may think. I narrowed it down to my four favorites and ran to every mirror to try them on and see them from different angles. And then I made Brady take pictures of me wearing the bags so I could see how they photograph. I finally decided on this one and this one. And a pair of Converse (who the fuck am I?) and a floral printed a-line dress to wear for my first day of work. Brady picked it out so I just had to get it.
We grabbed dinner after a long day of shopping. Brady asked what I did the night before and I immediately felt my face getting red hot with guilt. If I was feeling guilty then obviously I was doing something wrong, right?
“Um, I went with Preston to a pub crawl. This guy’s company covered the bill so…yeah.” I said.
“What guy?” Brady asked, looking confused.
“Just this guy. I met him a couple of weeks ago. He invited me and told me to bring whoever. You were being lame last night.”
“Yeah so. I got home pretty early. I was tired.”
“Did you have fun though?”
“Noooo because you weren’t there,” I said, kissing him.
I really felt like shit later that night when I got on Instagram and saw that
Brady uploaded a picture of us from a night out around the holidays. I’m completely drunk in the picture, but we both still looked cute. Someone commented, “She’s beautiful.” And Brady replied, “I know. I’m lucky right?”
Don’t bother telling me because I already know: I’m a horrible person. I don’t know what to do. Matt hasn’t talked to me since Friday which is fine, but now I feel like I owe him something because he gave me this money. I don’t even understand why he gave it to me.
Anyway, I actually probably will be busy this week, but hopefully I can get another post up. Be sure to follow me on Twitter for any updates! Bye!