“That night was a mistake,” my ex’s voice carried not a gram of regret. He was like a damn robot!
“—The night?”
“—Fine. Our relationship… notice: brief. How long were we together? A couple of weeks?”
“—Two months. Exactly two months. Happy. Fabulous. And you don’t have to say that I was hopelessly in love back then, do you?”
“Now you work for me, and we’ll leave the past in the past. Agreed?”
In my mind I slide down the wall, but outwardly I try to keep a straight face. I can’t let the “Formula 1” star see how his words hurt me?!
Mike Marino is a real selfish bastard!
“—I agree,” I force a smile. “—That’s great. And as the new assistant to my manager, go run to the pharmacy for now. I’m out of condoms.”