He Chose a Bitch Over Me

The new female coworker was gorgeous.

But my childhood friend, Victor, told me she was nothing but a "bitch."

That was until I had to pull three all-nighters in a row just to clean up her work disasters.

Instead of apologizing, he stormed into my place, smelling of alcohol and radiating anger.

"Why is your work ethic so trash? You couldn't even cover one little mistake by yourself?"

"If you hadn't desperately called me back to the office, I would’ve been in her bed by now."

I stared at him, wondering if I was hallucinating from sleep deprivation.