My Dead Ex

Summary

I had a history with Rhys Callahan. The kind that doesn't see the light of day. He paid my way through college; I kept his bed warm.

Then one day, he said he wanted to get married and start a family.

So, he ended it.

Years later, we met again. I was a grad student, following my professor to a pitch meeting to beg for funding.

After too many glasses of wine, I clung to him, refusing to let go.

"I make three grand a month now," I slurred. "I can give you two. Will you sleep with me?"

The room went silent. My colleagues tried to explain.