A Night With My Ex's Boss

, both penniless but hungry for success,

ommon. It made them all the more exciting to women. They had the roughness of me

ng IT company in the UK with domin

agement- it wasn't the sexiest of software, but with Danny Walker owning t

ringe-worthy nicknames like 'Dirty Danny' and 'Danny the Dest

nd drunk out of my head at one of Tristan's house parties. Tristan had naively allowed Ca

t in error. I misread Danny Walker's

ral next step was to climb onto his knee, wrap my legs aro

hy, but I do remember that he outright rejected me.

e sofa in Tristan's apartment with Tristan

r would be interested in me was the

d other acronyms and jargon with Tristan, I have to pretend I'm not

onversation is nodding r

like he thought I was a stupid, irrelevant

g oysters. I was ramming those suckers into me, not realis

ult, really, for

nce, which is fine because 8 years later, I

r my shoulder. "Kensington? This

es. "Tristan always puts

. So I have the guts to ming

tweight. I'm not propping you up all night." One

bottle of wine, slimmer too, I think

and I realise that polishing a bottle o

never mind after guzzling a l

fore. An intimidating 'spew and I'll sue'

ulging. I see quick swallow movements in her throat

seat, so we couldn't ask for the driver to stop now, or he would see it and pot

ietly," I

ng of the shoulders. A pool of yellow liquid builds up on the fl

elf that won't require answers from Cat

de Park, the vomiting

y lavish bar. I spot some of Tr

?" I grit out

nd. She swings the taxi door open aggre

" I hiss, clamberi

hen opens her mouth and expels the dirtiest,

. Tristan's friends abruptly stop t

an entrance". "I'm sorry," she wails, eyes wide.

meekly. "That wa

utter, regretting

's friends still eyeballing us, and lets

esses stand at the door with clipboards, their sole purpos

our burly bouncers who a

ate member clubs. He must have rente

his hand out to block u

pe of clientele here. Ones t

ok dignified. "My name's Charlie, and my brother has

oks up at us in disappointment. "Fine," she snaps, "but kee

a teacher in a very prest

ce." The bouncer shakes his head. "I've met builders that

board chick #2 reluctantly leads us through the velvet

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