Page 50 of Selfish Suit

Without at least giving me a fucking goodbye?

All because of your made-up Twilight Zone mantra?

Ivy

You were right. It wasn’t a Twilight Zone episode.

It was just reality…

Thank you for everything, Dominic. I really appreciate it, and I think it’s best if we both move on.

THE INTERN

IVY

My duffel bag hits the bed with a loud thud. It’s the last bit of luggage to arrive at my temporary hotel suite, and I have no intention of unpacking until I’m moved into my new place.

Until all my memories with Dominic are in my rearview mirror, and I’m no longer walking on a road that leads to breaking my own heart.

Ignoring the pain in my chest, I slip off my heels and unhook my skirt.

My phone buzzes on the mattress.

Dominic.

I let out a sigh, tempted to slide my finger across the screen and accept.

But I can’t.

I know what’ll happen if I answer because I’ve seen this movie before, and I’d rather see the alternate ending…

I toss the phone into the drawer and slip into the shower.

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Three Weeks Later

THE INTERN

IVY

Missed call. Dominic Sutton.

Missed call. Dominic Sutton.

Dominic (Don’t Answer. It’ll never Work)

You didn’t have to lie to me about leaving…

I deserve an explanation.

Who’s being “selfish” now?

I’m still mentally counting the minutes since I walked out of Sutton Headquarters, still trying to make myself believe that I made the right decision.

Outside of sex and a passion for marketing, Dominic and I have nothing in common. Our worlds are far too different to ever coexist, and the only place where I’m willing to believe in fairytales and fantasies is in a promotional campaign.

Sighing, I pull on my blazer and walk around my new living room in search of my subway pass.