When Love Sets Sail

My boss’s secretary, Jenny, was pregnant.

He brought her home for our ninth-anniversary dinner.

Casually, he instructed me, “The girl’s picky. No repeat meals for her.”

“She’s timid, needs someone to sleep with. Pack your things; move to the guest room.” I didn’t respond, grabbed my pre-packed suitcase, and calmly walked towards the door.

The butler tried to stop me, but my boss sneered, “Let her make a fuss. She’ll be crawling back in three days.”

Everyone laughed.

They bet a million dollars, right in front of me. They bet I wouldn’t make it through the night, that I’d be begging to come back like a dog.