Broken Bear by Layla Silver

That time of year is coming.
The time of cheerfulness and festivities.
I can’t stand it.
It only reminds me of what I could have had.
I have to escape the house, and so I do.
I go to the only place where I find solace: The club.
The club where I can wear a mask to hide my identity.
The club where I can find someone to kiss my pain away, if only for a moment.
I didn’t expect her there.
Didn’t expect how her hands on me would feel.
Didn’t expect the long-buried feelings inside me to re-surface.
Didn’t expect to find her in my office the next day.
As our new accountant.