Friday he was a mess. It all came out at work, as it would have had to eventually, and while Bradley hated it, he hoped the weekend would make everyone forget about it. The intern seemed particularly intent on hearing details, which he wouldn’t give. Beth muttered something about how she wasn’t surprised he was the one with the drama, which he tried to brush off. Still, Bradley was sore of ego by the time he returned home, pizza and booze in tow.
He had plans. By the end of the night, he was either going to have Lance back, or have eradicated all evidence of Lance’s existence from his apartment. He had the junk food, the beer, the rum, and a playlist of angry music. He pulled the curtains. He was ready.
First he called Lance every few minutes over pizza and beer until he picked up.
“Wha
