Page 141 of Love Undiscovered
And then all other men named everything else.
Like Stephen.
I’m just tired of men.
I down the rest of my drink, then pull out my phone checking for new text messages. I’ve got nothing from the girls. Nothing from Chance. It’s barely six o’clock and I’m ready to either cry, which I don’t do, or go to bed. Which sounds awesome.
I head to the elevators exhausted, not even wanting to be here anymore. I don’t really care about the keynote speakers in the morning. I didn’t have many in-sessions or table talks that I wanted to see, and thanks to my boss I’m no longer speaking, which is the main reason why I’m here.
So what’s the point? So I can save Donaldson the twerp.
Fuck that.
I could be at home and not working. But, instead I’m here. And we all know I’ll stay here. Because that’s what I’ve been told to do. And good girls always do what they are told.
I get into the elevator really wanting to just kick my shoes off now, but I wait. Knowing that if I do, the walk from the elevator to my room will be torture when I have to put them back on. The elevator doors open and I awkwardly make my way down the hall toward my room.
Because after the day I've had, a strange bed has never sounded so sweet.
