It was as if both of their lives had suddenly gotten far more hectic than they had been before. Jason’s work was clearly running him into the ground; his exhaustion was often plain to see on his face, and, even when Monica was in his office, sitting there with him at his desk, it was like his mind was occupied by at least three other things at all times. Plus, he had his family; his wife and his girls, the people who he needed to be with more often than he was with her. Monica understood, of course; she figured that a divorce would happen eventually, she just had to give it time. Meanwhile, her work was practically driving her insane, as well. It wasn’t like she had more shifts than usual - she was still working about the same amount, but the people at work were the issue. Monica found that her tolerance for bullshit was getting lower and lower as winter came and the daylight hours got shorter and shorter. There were nights that she wanted nothing more than to get into a fight with someone, to feel the impact of her fist hitting some asshole’s face, but she had to hold herself back every time. Some of the times, she’s wanted to text Jason, but it had been late enough that he was likely in bed with his wife, and a text from her would’ve made her suspicious, so she held herself back with that impulse, as well.
Getting the text from him was likely the highlight of her week. It had been far too long since either of them had seen each other, and she was practically craving the taste of his lips against hers. As soon as she’d gotten the text, she pulled on a jacket and made her way downtown. The hotel was familiar to her, at this point – it was where she’d spent all of her nights with Jason, wrapped in the familiar sheets, with the familiar view of the skyline. The rooms were bigger than most hotels in New York, she assumed, and it was just nice to get to be in a space that was uniquely theirs, without Jason having to worry about someone from his life seeing them. Upon stepping off of the elevator on the twelfth floor, she couldn’t help but smile. He was just as gorgeous as ever, looking incredibly handsome as he leaned up against the wall. “I could say the same about you, Buddy,” she grinned, pecking him back with one hand resting against his chest. At the question, she sighed softly, walking into the room and going to lean against the bed. “Long day,” she replied with a shrug, slipping off her jacket. “Been a long week, really. I’m just glad to see you. What about you? Everything good?”
“long day?” he repeated, his brows shooting up as he moved to place the bottle of wine on the table where two glasses were waiting for them. clearly things weren’t the best for either of them, but he knew for himself personally, that his mood would brighten and pick up just from being around her. there were no other external distractions, it would just be him and his lady, drinking and enjoying the night and each other’s company. “damn, and here i was thinking i had it the worst out of the two of us.” he teased, keeping his back to her as he poured the wine into their glasses, passing one to her with a soft smile. “talk to me though.. what’s wrong? what’s bothering you?” if he could do anything to take her mind off it or to fix the problems, she knew he would do that in a heartbeat. though he assumed them meeting up tonight was a distraction enough. especially if it was in the case of his crazy lifestyle.
kicking off his shoes, he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, gently tossing himself onto the bed with a small yawn. “everything’s alright.. just overwhelming -- you know what my workload is like at work.” it was nice being able to share that with her, so she knew he wasn’t over exaggerating when he texted her saying he was busy or that he was tired. he really wasn’t screwing around. “you know.. if you want, we can scrap you ‘interning’ at my place.. things are clearly getting crazy for you, right? darling, just lemme know, it really won’t bother me.” it would be slightly sad but he understood it. he understood that she had her own commitments and they came first, he couldn’t fault her for anything of the sort. laying back against the pillows, he pulled out his phone from his pocket, checking the time before gently tossing it in between the two of them. “OH. i do have good news.” he nodded, his wide smile appearing. “someone may have finally agreed to a divorce and will soon be signing papers..”
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