My Boss is a Male Stripper

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y bath and brought out the pain relief from my drawer. I remembered I was drunk,

ch I only nodded to. Few minutes after I settled into my offic

he way you like it," she said with a smile on

the cup of coffee and I inhaled the sweet smell of

t help but feel a little bit curious and concerned about wha

h concern laced in my voice as I looked

the one asking you that, Mr Bryan." I gave her a

night? Or are you just acting clueless?

the next morning I found myself on my bed. I tried to remember what happened, bu

ll of what you said?" she asked, and I furrowed my brows an

den outburst.. She took a step

o upset you," she muttered softl

"Mia" stirred something deep within me, a painful memory that I try to suppress every day

hand dismissing her. "Forget everything I s

. She is genuinely concerned, and it made me feel even worse. I did

, sir?" she asked, trying to mai

w," I replied, not mee

that I said something forbidden last night, something I am missing. I needed to get to the bottom of it, but my

tract me from the persistent feeling that something is terribly wrong. As the clock ticked closer to t

I had drowned my sorrows last night. The neon sign flickered in the dim lig

t of alcohol and scent of cigarettes. I approached t

t night?" I asked, my voice barel

, then nodded. "Yes, yes, I remember yo

Or if I said anything... strange?

th a woman. Dark hair, green eyes, about 5'9f

. But on another thought, Laura looks like Mia

ay anything to her?" I asked,

g about 'not letting go' 'her coming back for you' and 'it

sed to hear all that, why is my secret always unfolding b

leave, the barten

ou left, a lady left you a no

paper. With trembling hands, I

dwriting doesn't look like that of Mia because, I recognize

As I was about to step into my car, I saw someone that looked exactly like Mia in the shadows

in the midst of

ght, as I walked back into