[F]ucking [M]y Boss in His Girlfriend’s Apartment: Part 2 – The Next Morning

PART 1 FOR CONTEXT: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pr5z5o/fucking_my_boss_in_his_girlfriends_apartment/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed. I’m hungover & feeling guilty that I’m laying in another woman’s bed, fucking her boyfriend, who I work for. I remember just staring at ceiling thinking “wow I fucked up..” After a couple minutes, I’m like where tf is B? I hop out of bed, put on last nights clothes and plan on quietly sneaking out. Hoping to avoid any awkwardness.

I walk out of the bedroom and see him drinking coffee at the kitchen counter with an “oh I fucked up” expression on his face. He snaps out of it & says good morning, and offers me a cup of coffee. I accept and we start talking.. He quickly apologizes for putting me in a weird situation, and explains that last night he was just drunk and lonely and that none of this should ever happen again. I agreed with him, we both just had a lapse in judgment and it wouldn’t happen again.

[F]ucking [M]y Boss in His Girlfriend’s Apartment

Background:

In 2018-2019, I had a gig working as at model staffing agency while I was finishing up college. Essentially, I was paid to serve drinks and horderves at various events in NYC i.e. fashion shows, charity events, etc.

The owner of the company was a guy, I’ll call B. – he was a former model/actor turned biz owner. I worked for him for like 6 months without ever having a real convo, I also met his girlfriend R like 2-3 times in passing. I was cordial with them both but I was there for the money tbh.

Appearance/Age/Etc:

I’ve only gotten 2 in my life – Lily Aldrige/Nicole Scherzinger (I’m 5’8, 115-120 lbs).
B kinda looks like Smith Jarrod from Sex in the City (He’s 6’5, 185-190lbs, 8.5″).
Also there was a 13 year age difference between us. He was 35-36, I was 22-23.

Story starts here:

At this point I had been working multiple events for B, and a lot of the staff was reliable repeat hires who I became chill with. One night after this museum benefit event, a few co-workers invited me to grab drinks, which I was down for.