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This is for all of you who have looked for love in the wrong places only to find that true love finds you when you least expect it. This story is purely fiction, it was truly a joy to write and I hope you enjoy reading it. Comments are welcome!

~M

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I hadn't brushed my teeth for four long days, a fact that I only know because it was the same amount of days that I had called off work. Here I was, 27, successful, handsome, climbing the corporate ladder, becoming wealthier by the minute, and I was falling apart because my boyfriend dumped me.

He didn't just dump me, oh no, he gave me the ultimate 'fuck you' by letting me catch him in my bed and in my house with some other guy. To add insult to injury, I overheard him talking to him saying how glad he was that I worked so much because it gave him time to fuck his little twink boy. I sort of short-circuited. All I remember of the confrontation is me throwing both him and his twink out along with his belongings so I guess you really could say that I broke it off. However, I felt like a grade-A fool.

During my four-day meltdown, I began remembering more and more of the information that I garnered from my now ex. He had been fucking someone else for over four months. We had only been together less than a year but I felt that we were soul mates. Little did I know how wrong I was. He said that he was no longer satisfied with me because I worked so long and hard and never had any time for him. In my grief-stricken stupor, I failed to mention that maybe he could have gotten a job, but that point is moot now.

The fact is, I'm heart-broken, I'm just beginning to realize that I smell really badly, and I can't call off work indefinitely.With that in mind, I went back to work.

By the way, my name is Jeff. I'm 6' tall, 200lbs. of mostly muscle, and I am fairly hairy in a peach fuzz kind of way where my hair sheens my body without growing long enough to start curling. Because of this, I tend to look like I groom my hair. I have a beard and mustache that is full and lustrous despite my only being 27. I look far more ruggish than I am and I love that look on both my partners and myself. My hair is a dark blonde that looks burnished. I've got blue eyes that are rimmed in hazel making my stare both piercing and mysterious.

When I decided to go back to work, I had to do a double take in the mirror because I looked ten years older and like I hadn't shaved in a month. I hated to go back to work but it was necessary.

The day that I got back to work, I felt like everyone could see the change in me. I was even more driven and obsessed with doing my job but now it wasn't out of ambition; it was a way for me not to think about what a shamble my life was in. I was not really a drinker so I couldn't drown my sorrows in liquor and I knew that casual sex would only make me hate my situation more. The only solace I had left was that I was damned good at what I did and could throw myself into it. Pretty soon my boss took notice and relayed to me that if I kept it up I would be getting a promotion. I didn't care about a promotion. I just wanted to not feel so terrible.

A couple of months later I had a vacation coming up and I was ready for it. I knew that pushing myself so hard those last months was only going to make me crash eventually and then I'd be no good to anyone. So I decided to take a nice long road trip to search for answers. Maybe my ex was right; climbing the corporate ladder might have been too much of my focus.

The Friday before my vacation, my boss Mack popped his head into my office, *quot;Hey Jeff, you got a minute?*quot; I told him to come on in, sensing that there was something amiss. He sat down on my couch and started, *quot;Jeff, I know that you're about to go on vacation but the recent merger we've been working on might fall through if we both aren't there to secure the deal.*quot;

I didn't really have a problem with it but I still wanted to know why. *quot;I thought that we weren't settling on a deal until next quarter, why did our clients suddenly move up the deadline? . . . Not that i'm complaining, hell, that means more money for us for rushing and coming in under the deadline*quot;

He replied looking a little green around the gills, *quot;well*quot;, he said, *quot;they want us to fly to New York for a week to oversee the merger at their corporate headquarters, the company that they're merging with has stock holdings that just shot through the roof and they show no signs of dropping. They've been on a steady rise for almost a month and this was just the push they needed to speed up this process.*quot;

I thought nothing of his look once I heard what sounded like good news and informed him that I was just going to take a small road trip and that it really was not a bother for me to go. I was really dedicated to our clients. He looked pleased and said that we might as well leave that Sunday. We had to be there on that Monday, so we could use that Sunday night to get all of the necessary paperwork and to arrange plans. I met him at the airport on Sunday morning istanbul escort and we were on our way.

By then, my mind was in full work mode, I had forgotten all about not climbing the corporate ladder because now I was in my element. I discussed the terms of the deal with Mack and he didn't have to be impressed with my immaculate attention to the minute details of this deal because that was just my work ethic. We were on the plane for what felt like hours and then we finally touched down.

We had only booked one room with twin beds because we were still a fairly small company and I wasn't into splurging if it wasn't necessary. After going over the necessaries once more, we decided to relax for a couple of hours and check out the hotel bar. We were on our second drinks, me a club soda, and Mack a gin