I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Harvey Fieldmouse didn’t stray from his thoughts, keeping it clean. What kind of person was he, that Terrence Sterling didn’t understand? Terrence Sterling ignored him, lighting another cigarette. “Terry, what’s going on? Talk to me, brother, don’t keep it in,” Harvey Fieldmouse was serious this time: “Did something happen at Ravenwood Hall? I heard that your Uncle Mason went in, and you sent him there.”

Terrence Sterling sending his uncle in didn’t surprise Harvey Fieldmouse; that was just his nature, ruthless and unforgiving. Hence, the rumors that Terrence Sterling was cold-blooded and ruthless. Terrence Sterling flicked the ash off his cigarette: “Those are small matters.”

“What else is bothering you?” Harvey Fieldmouse was curious now: “Is Mrs. Sterling pressuring you for a daughter-in-law, or are you genuinely lacking in that department, or do you like men? So you found a plain Miss Woods as a cover…”

Harvey Fieldmouse was getting off track. “Are you feeling itchy?” Terrence Sterling’s long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of danger. Without missing a beat, Harvey Fieldmouse zipped his lips shut and looked at Terrence Sterling.

After a moment of silence, Terrence Sterling spoke: “Over a month ago, I was drugged and slept with Fiona, then brought her to Thornfield Gardens…”

“One-night stand?” Harvey Fieldmouse was stunned; the Terrence Sterling he knew kept a safe distance from women and wouldn’t make a move on just anyone. Because Terrence Sterling had a forbidden woman in his heart, a topic no one dared mention, not even Harvey Fieldmouse.

It was for this woman that Terrence Sterling, at the age of thirty, had not touched a woman. And now, Terrence Sterling played with the idea of a one-night stand. Terrence Sterling: “…”

He gave Harvey Fieldmouse a cold look: “Leave if you don’t want to hear.” “No, no, no, I definitely want to hear this rare…” Harvey Fieldmouse chuckled slyly, correcting himself: “Terrence Sterling’s romantic history must be fascinating.”

Terrence Sterling took another drag of his cigarette, wondering if he was crazy to be sharing this with Harvey Fieldmouse. Or maybe it was just the lack of someone to confide in that made him continue, “I suspect that night it wasn’t Fiona, she just didn’t feel right to me.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Women have a sixth sense, and men have intuition. The reason Terrence Sterling kept Fiona was to find out who that person was that night.

Harvey Fieldmouse listened in confusion, “Terry, you keep saying Fiona, then not, who did you sleep with, don’t you know?” Terrence Sterling gave him a cold look, “Had too much to drink.”

The room was dark; how could he see anything clearly? Especially under the influence of alcohol and drugs, he was even more unclear. “Alright, that makes sense,” Harvey Fieldmouse said, “Terry, then check the security footage.” Terrence Sterling furrowed his brow, “The hotel’s surveillance footage has been automatically overwritten, it’s too late.”

“Then who is this person? She slept with such an outstanding man and then ran off? If it were me, I’d definitely latch onto you for riches and endless luxuries.” Harvey Fieldmouse was puzzled, “Terry, why don’t you advertise and find her?” “Is that your lousy idea?” Terrence Sterling’s eyes turned cold, “Let everyone in Auroraville know that I was drugged and ambushed, and slept with a woman?”

“That doesn’t seem appropriate,” Harvey Fieldmouse said seriously, “Then you’d lose face, right? Oh, by the way, Terry, that night, were you on top or bottom?” He asked seriously.

The gossip was strong. Terrence Sterling pretended to kick him, “I think you’re really itching for a fight.”

It was all in jest, and Harvey Fieldmouse dodged it easily, unharmed, grinning, “Terry, you’re still injured, be careful. I heard Miss Florrick went with you, is Miss Florrick okay?”

At the mention of Meredith, Terrence Sterling’s mood inexplicably steadied. “She’s fine.” Terrence Sterling gave him a glare, “Was that your purpose in coming here?”

“Terry, do you think I’m the type to prioritize a woman over our friendship…”

Under Terrence Sterling’s overpowering aura, Harvey Fieldmouse changed his tune, “Okay, I am that type. Is Miss Florrick really okay?”