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hypocrisy
At first. I had already releashed in the hatred that brewed between my boss and I. Even though Christopher is not the person that hired me, he was still the person that I was constantly answerable to. He was the one who I received calls for and arranged meetings for. If things between us were not bad before, then now they had just gotten 10 times worse.
The events of last night kept replaying in my head over and over again. I had gone back home about two hours after my encounter with him. I had stayed the extra two hours because I did not want him to think that I only left because he was there. I would not give that bastard the satisfaction of thinking that he would make me leave a place just because of his presence. I however could not stop thinking about how good it felt to have his hands on my me. How heavenly it felt when he was pressed tightly over me.
