Waking Up from Yesterday Chapter 2

Pierce’s stamina was nothing short of superhuman.

The saying that a man is over the hill after twenty-five was a complete lie when it came to him.

The morning mist peeking through the curtains had turned a pale white before he finally ended his campaign and headed for the shower.

As the water started running, I gathered my clothes from the floor and slipped into the guest bedroom.

It was our unspoken rule.

Pierce was a light sleeper and hated having anyone in his bed. So for five years, no matter how exhausted he left me, I would always use my last ounce of strength to drag myself to the guest room.

The next day, I woke up well after nine.

As I rushed downstairs after getting ready, I ran right into Pierce, fresh from his workout. He was wearing a white tank top that clung to the powerful, sleek lines of his shoulders and back.

“I had Mrs. Gable save you some breakfast.”

I waved my hands frantically. “I’m going to be late for work. I have to catch the subway.”

Pierce raised an eyebrow. “I can just drive you, can’t I?”

I was at the door, pulling on my shoes, the word tumbling out before I could stop it.

“No.”

“The results of my promotion are coming out today. If my colleagues see me getting out of the boss’s car, I’ll never be able to explain it.”

Pierce’s hand, which had been twisting the cap off a water bottle, stilled.

The air went silent for a beat.

Then, he let out a short, dismissive laugh. “Suit yourself.”

Just as I was leaving, he called my name and handed me a business card.

“Your blind date for next week.”

A buzzing filled my ears, yanking me back to reality.

One night of passion, and I had almost forgotten.

The whole reason I had agreed to bring him the damn condoms was to finally end our five-year-long, sordid affair.

Afraid he’d think I was going to cling to him, I took the card. The sharp plastic corner dug into the soft flesh of my palm.

My nose stung. “I’ll go,” I mumbled, my voice low.