Chapter 31:Grumpy Bed Hump

But instead of bitching at him about it, I take a deep breath and nod, hurriedly excusing myself from the living area. I try to calm myself down as I speed-walk to the kitchen, reminding myself that I’m here for a purpose this weekend: to get my ass cherry popped, and then sayonara. I’ll be saying goodbye to this pompous asshole, even if it makes things uncomfortable at work.

After all, Duke can be such a prick sometimes. It’s like he doesn’t care about me or my feelings even one iota. At first, I thought that he was just socially awkward or completely oblivious or something, but now I’m almost sure that he fully understands that the way he talks to me is unacceptable, but he just doesn’t give a damn.

Then again, Duke has a decent job and a steady career, so maybe I should just shut it. It’s not like there are lots of eligible men lining up to ask me out, so I have to be thankful for what I have. Plus, he’s not too bad looking, if you like the Italian mafioso look. His black hair tend