She Only Drank Coffee with Another ManChapter 1
When I nearly got shredded by a freaking stray dog, where's my girlfriend? Right there at some fancy boutique with her guy from work!
She saw me, the blood, and everything, but the worst part? She lifted no damn finger to help. My own girlfriend just leaned in close to that guy and whispered something while shooting me this look—like I disgusted her.
"Nah, no way a cute dog like that would bite him. Bet he's just pulling that stunt to get my attention. Come on, don't bother with him."
Later that night, I found a half-used box of condoms by our own bed. Freakin' cheese-flavored—the one scent I can't stand.
Right then, something inside me just snapped. Calm as I could be, I just picked up my phone and shot a text to an old friend.
[Hey, I'm interested in that project. Let's discuss it when you're free."]
——
The second I hit send, my phone started ringing.
"Dude, that's awesome! I swear, with you on board, our company will definitely go public in no time! Believe me, it's been so tough without you these past years!"
We exchanged a few words for a moment, and I hung up just as Meredith staggered through the door.
Her breath smelled of booze, her cheeks flushed, and there was pleasure in her eyes and at the corners of her lips.
The funny thing is, back when we first met, she wouldn't even touch a drink.
I remember those candlelit dinners on our anniversaries—romantic, except she'd just wave the wine away, saying she was allergic, and leaving me to drink alone.
But ever since Devon joined the company, Meredith came home drunk more often than not.
"Randall? Still up? Heat me a glass of milk," she slurred.
She didn't even look up from her phone. Just bossed me around like usual.
Didn't take a genius to guess that she was chatting with Devon.
He's this genius programmer she just hired. Came in and solved two big tech troubles for the company right away.
And on top of that, he's got that gentle personality and good looks… No wonder my girlfriend was pretty much glued to his side.
"The milk got expired."
I said it casually without even looking first.
She scrunched up her face, pouted like a little girl, kicked off her heels, and flopped down on the couch in a huff.
"Jeez! There you go again, Randall! Seriously, what's the matter if I hang out with my employees? For Pete's sake, you've gotta stop being passive-aggressive every fucking time!"