Jill and Alicia are my soul sisters from another mother, but it’s really annoying how they won’t stop blowing up my phone this late Thursday afternoon. I’m still catching my breath from the hour long fuck-a-thon with my boyfriend—literally, there’s no other way to put it. We’ve been at it all week since Chase doesn’t go back to work until tomorrow from his “medical leave.” I only leave in the mornings to meet with Jim and the team, then spend the rest of my work day at home. With breaks. Sex breaks. And coffee. Really, I’m living the good life. Chase is a beast in the sack. His stamina is unreal. I can’t even brag about it because no one would believe me. Not even Jill and Alicia, but they have this uncanny ability to know exactly when we’re getting it on and choose that time to text nonstop. Like right now. I reach for my phone and scroll through the group messages. Alicia: Come out with us tonight! Jill: She won’t. She’s too busy being happy. Alicia: I’d be happy sucking that dick too.
