The Weekend is Over

Sabrina ended up staying with Gemma at her place, not seeing the point of being alone at her place when she could bring clothes for work with her and also wanting to make sure Gemma had some extra backup. Lucy was definitely the more volatile of the two problem roommates you all were dealing with.

That did, however, leave you to handle any encounters with Mosche yourself. Thankfully, when you got back to the apartment you could hear Mosche talking to someone down in his room and it sounded like he might have been gaming. You were able to quickly disappear to your own end of the apartment and spent the last bit of the evening alone without needing to face him.

Unfortunately, that didn’t stop you from stewing in your own worries and frustration. You were still fucking disappointed in how he’d handled himself with Tasha - he’d caused real damage by being such an idiot. But no matter how much you fed that fire, it didn’t take away the fact that you’d betrayed him. Sleeping with your roommate’s ex wasn’t the same as sleeping with a friend’s ex, but there really wasn’t that much of a difference and it made you feel a little dirty.

But then you would remember the look in Tasha’s eyes, and how she’d seemed so much lighter each time things happened between you. The night after the ‘McDonald’s Prom’ she’d been bouncing back. Friday morning after your first time with her she’d seemed like herself again. That morning, after the shower, she’d seemed even better.

Another problem was the fact that, even if you were set on you, Gemma and Sabrina being a trio and just playing with friends, having deep emotional moments and sex with someone like Tasha, or Becks, meant you were giving them some of your heart as well. You may not have been in love with Tasha, but could see yourself falling for her. You could see how she would fit in with the three of you. It would take sacrifices, and change the decisions you three still needed to make, but however improbable it was still possible. And it hurt a little to decide to put up a small barrier around that probability to keep it contained.

You eventually managed to get to sleep after tossing and turning for longer than you liked at all, which meant when you woke up in the morning you didn’t feel rested. Still, you dragged your ass out of bed. No sign of Mosche that morning - he’d likely gamed late into the evening and didn’t need to be up in the morning. You weren’t exactly sure how he was making money, having gotten more of the scoop on the whole ‘struggling comedian’ thing from Tasha, and you wondered if he was getting an allowance from his parents or something.

That just made you even more frustrated with him.

You sent off your regular morning texts while slamming back a bowl of cereal. Good mornings to Gemma and Sabrina were the first, but you sent off similar messages to Becks and Tasha as well. Then, with a smirk, you sent one off the Becca as well and included a picture of your cock bulging slightly in your briefs. Before you stood back up to go get dressed, you got back good mornings from Tasha and Becks, and a picture of Becca’s bare ass. While changing you sent her one back of your own butt, which wasn’t nearly as attractive in your opinion but she sent you back a drooling emoji.

You tried not to think about that one too hard.

The bus ride in was normal, and you arrived half an hour early. Heading into the building, you were met with Becks smiling sweetly at you from behind her desk. “Good morning,” she said.

“Good morning,” you replied, glancing around and down the nearby corridor deeper into the ground level of the building. You leaned up against her desk and lowered your voice even though it didn’t seem anyone was around. “Sorry about Friday.”

Her smile changed, turning a little more into a smirk. “It’s OK. You helped me out later with that call. Daddy.”

You chuckled and shook your head, knowing that she was just trying to push buttons to get back at you for grabbing her ass in front of the driver Friday evening. “Heard anything about Joy?”

Beck sighed. “Nothing, but more like complete radio silence and not just anything specific. Her social media has been dead all weekend, which isn’t like her.”

“Fuck,” you said. “Do you think she was locked up?”

“Maybe,” Becks said. “We can hope. I do know that I had a memo waiting for me this morning though. Joy and her Mother are both barred from the premises effective immediately.”

“Wait, hold on,” you said, blinking rapidly as you parsed that information. “Holy shit. That means that she got thrown out of the firm, right? They must have really done it at that meeting Garrison said they were having.”

“I don’t know, there weren’t any explanations given,” Becks said. “She could just be put on leave or something while Joy is going through the system. It’s gotta be tough to throw out a Senior Partner.”

“Shiiit,” you sighed. “I guess we’ll find out more this morning, but this is huge.”

“You know what else is huge?” Becks asked, her expression shifting to one that was clearly hinting at something sexual.

“My desire to take you into a back room and have my way with you?” you challenged, beating her to the punch.

She flushed, her warm-hued skin hiding some of it. “Don’t say shit like that,” she told you. “One too many times and I might take you up on it.”

“And that would just be terrible,” you deadpanned.

You heard the doors of the building open behind you, and she shot you a look that told you the game had to be over.

“Alright,” you said. “Talk to you later?”

Becks nodded and gave you a little wink as she resumed her usual passive, small smile and said hello to a couple of the firm Associates. It looked like you weren’t the only one getting an early start.

Maybe it had something to do with the Partner shakeup.

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