Brenda
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The first thing is that I don’t like to lose, not when I ran a marathon in sixth grade, not when it came to office-related work, not even when it came to s*x, as I always made sure I came first before my s*x partners.
I’m that competitive. So that’s when Tommy Monroe, the human embodiment of arrogance and cockiness, decided to push me at one of my vulnerable moments.
The bar was crowded, filled with music and people who felt like they came to drown themselves in drink.
The table was filled with several coworkers packed densely like were fishes in a can of sardine. A soft frown has already formed on my face. I was already regretting agreeing to the casual Friday drinking outing. I should have been at home watching a movie, eating popcorn and probably getting a good night's
