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Becca

I wake up with a groan, whackingGod, I ao,Island, and the commute … it’s murder

I roll over and stare atof murder

I push myself out of bed before my body can relax back into sleep I pad into the bathrooh a haze of exhaustion, I stare back at Tye, snoring loudly in my bed

Well, his bed His apart, like pay the rent He lost his job at Carter Jeffries, an investo, and fuck all if he hasn’t just started spending his ti The bills are all on y to keep paying for them

I spit into the sink and then turn back to stare at Tye, brushing away Should I wake hi hi to work, which is to say exactly no fun whatsoever, but da we have left I usually just close time You know, the kind of trips I used to be able to take before all of our household bills landed squarely on my shoulders

ITye to continue sawing logs in bed Fuck it He hasn’t been able to keep it up lately anyway Talk about a turnoff Not only is his dick on the small side, but his adventurous side has totally disappeared I can’t even reave

I paw througheven remotely appropriate—and realize that I haven’t done laundry in like three weeks Dae skirts withthat a lawyer should be wearing

Instead, I can only find ym clothes, which says a lot about my life that the only clean clothes that I have left should either be worn to a yoga class or on a dance floor because lately, I haven’t been able to spend much time at either place

My hand hovers overinto h, I move away As much fun as that’d be, and as comfortable, I really don’t think Mr Williford, my boss, would appreciate it

Which only leaves e which one is the longest I usually don’t go out with ht—c’mon, what’s the point in that?—but I really don’t want to spend the day trying to keep fro over They probably don’t need to seethat if they did, I should start getting paidJust sayin’

I finally pull a black er and pair it with a low-cut black silk blouse There would be no bending over today This islaundry I shi care not to breathe too deeply—the whole point of it being to show off every curve I have, so it’s…a little on the clingy side

Saran Wrap would be less for, really

I put on some low-heeled black pumps The least I can do is not wear stilettos Mr Williford’s tongue is already going to be hanging out of hisin

With a sigh, I head out Now co Seriously, who drives in New York? It’s madness, I tell you But ever since they startedIsland job, I’ve had to rent a car every Monday hts I’m lucky I even kno to drive a car Halfa car in Manhattan is just stupid But taking a taxi cab fro Island every day? Even dumber

I walk into the rental office

“Hey Becca,” Roger says, looking up from his paperwork He’s like 19—a kid, which rade If I’et to do it in style God bless hore boys And this week…

I walk in with a sultry sway to the counter, leaning over and giving hion

na wear it, I ht? With this onna walk out of here with the keys to a Porsche 911

Today is already starting to look up

“Hey, Roger,” I say with a flirty smile “What do you have for me this week?”