Let's go in the club

As I sat at my desk, I couldn't stop thinking about the private moment I shared with Weston last night and how he told me the truth this morning about his deal with Isadora. I knew this wasn't my business or my problem, but if Weston felt anything like how I'd felt for the last year, he was about to make the worst decision of his life. And that's why I'm making this my problem. I also felt connected to Weston on more than a sexual level and that wasn't something I could ignore either.

I looked down at my clock and saw that it was nearing lunch time and figured I could ask Weston to lunch.

I lightly knocked on his office door and waited for his reply, which I got a moment later when he told me to come in.

He sat at his desk as he looked over a huge stack of papers, and I couldn't help but stare at him. Weston Young was the type of man every woman drooled over and every man wanted to be. It was a shame that he was stuck in a relationship with a woman he clearly didn't want.

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