I shot out of bed in a hurry, brushed my teeth, threw on my classiest suit and dark black business skirt, accessorized with my favorite turquoise beaded necklace and rushed out the door. I heard the lock click before I forgot one vital thing. I unlocked the door, rushed in and grabbed my purse. Just before I left for the second and last time, I noticed Eric still in my bed. He was just now rubbing the sleepy blur out of his eyes. His hair was a tousled mess and the blanket was now falling off the side of the bed, giving me a peak at his perfectly sculpted torso and thick, hunky leg. He may have been incredibly handsome, but he was way too much trouble. The past few months were riddled with dramatic fights, plates breaking and infidelity accusations. Our relationship was getting rockier and rockier by the day. It was affecting me in a lot of different ways, and I found myself resorting to food as a comfort more often than usual. I was never a stick-figured type of girl, but not with all the problems Eric was causing me, I found my curves to start getting more voluptuous.
