There were zero chances that you and David would see each other again after meeting in Paris. You had decided to visit the city fulfilling one of your dreams and also with the intention of recovering from a breakup, while David was there for work. But now, after three months, you were meeting again, this time with him as your boss. David was the new editing director of the fashion magazine where you worked.

When the meeting ended at the end of the day, you decided to come back home as quickly as possible. You still had to process that the guy you ended up in bed with in Paris was your new boss.

It's the second time you leave without saying anything his hand preventing you from opening the car door and his voice in your ear made you shudder. So I wonder, what does it feel like?

You turned slowly to face him, trying to hide the fact that he had mistaken you for someone else. It had been three months. How could he still remember you? As if he could read your thoughts, he spoke, his face just inches from yours.

I would never forget your face after waking up and finding you gone, with only that note thanking us for the night together in your place. I felt like you had just used me and then fled after getting what you wanted. Is that something you're accustomed to?