(GF's POV) Barely working.

I arrived work half an hour late. Thankfully since I'm working at a startup, the bosses aren't so strict with employees being late once or twice. They want their workplace to be cool and hip for the innovative youngsters to join by adding pool tables, ice cream machines, nap room, you name it. The office was only occupied by 3 working developers as I was rushing towards my table.

Christ, what a way to start. I have my work piled up, but I still need to figure out what made my boyfriend turned into his ex. The idea of it is so scientifically impossible that it frustrates me so much. Popping my laptop open, I immediately googled the possible answers, but all the results just disappoints me. Forums for horny dudes on what they would do if they were to wake up a different gender the next day, topic stray aways of why a person keeps waking up at night, sexual reassignment surgery. I even added voodoo or black magic related, and nothing that's relevant comes up.

Okay, all I needed to do was not to waste anymore time searching for answers that I can't find right now and do what I'm paid to do. I started my work and tried my best not to think about John, what's he doing at home, or what is he doing to himself. Is he calling Anna for any explanation of this phenomenon? Oh God, maybe they're hooking up for the sake of 'experimenting'. Fuck me, I can't even concentrate.

What if they're currently doing it on our bed, with Anna in John fucking him with his own dick? No no no no, I needed to look after my man now. I called up the boss and said I had a fever and went straight back home. God knows what that bastard is up to now.