34. Chapter 34 Jack
Chapter thirty-four
I’m doing the one thing I usually make it my mission to avoid.
Sitting still. In my apartment, no less.
Her apartment. As soon as Blanche listed Margot’s old New York apartment for sale, I bought it.
I told Blanche I thought the layout and size would be perfect for me while I was getting myself established in a new city.
But really, I was hoping her scent would still be a little embedded in the carpet fibers.
It really is a good location. It’s close enough to work that I can jog there if I want to get some extra exercise, and it's centrally located for easy access to the city. Not that I go anywhere but work and the gym these days.
The problem is that every time I sit in this damn living room, the memory of our first kiss plays on repeat in my mind. Probably the last Thanksgiving we’ll ever spend together. Which is why I’m rarely ever here.
Tomorrow, Margot will be coming to the club to start work on our upcoming Valentine’s date night auction. I’ve been on edge since she arrived. When I flipped out on a third staff member this week for absolutely no reason, my general manager, Aaron, insisted I go home early.
He’s been on my ass for a while about my work-life balance, but I’ve never been able to give him the real reason I was at work all the time. I know the staff can run things without me. I’m the one who would fall apart, not the club.
I tried a few hours in the gym to burn off energy before getting bored enough to start thinking, and then figured I might as well go home if I’m going to be stuck in my head regardless.
It’s only been a week since the gender reveal party, where Margot took the shattered pieces of my heart and burned them to ash.
I don’t blame her for being angry. Leaving her a note after the night we shared?
Jesus, what an asshole move. It felt so noble at the time, but in retrospect, wow, I want to knock myself the fuck out too.
Speaking of being an asshole, today also reminds me of why I haven’t had sex in two years.