“Are you alright, madame?” in a soft voice he asked.
Just by the moment I hear his voice, my tears burst out of my eyes. I swear to God, this is the gentlest voice I have heard lately.
It is just half way through today, I feel like I have been through a long whole day.
He has his troubles to worry about too, furthermore, we barely know each other, yet he is willing to be so gentle towards me.
Trying to show my gratitude, I squeeze a smile out of my face. I can’t see my own smile, but I am somehow certain that it must be one of the ugliest ones.
However, he does not see me as a weird person. He takes down his blazer and puts it on me, cover
Not knowing how many hours has passed, I wake up again. The sky has completely turned dark when the hands of the clock strike ten.Vaguely, I hear my doorbell keep buzzing. That must be what pulled me out of my dream valley.“Coming...”With a hoarse voice I answered, though knowing that the person standing behind the door won’t be able to hear me.I take my time to separate myself and the comfortable couch. I stand up with my sore legs and walk to the door. I look through the peephole and find Victor standing right outside the door with his hands hidden behind his back.“Victor?”
The streets have been hectic, the people have been busy. It is just another day for the hardworking people to continue earning their living, including me, Henrietta, for I am the CEO’s secretary of Minerva. In case you haven’t realized, I have a rather high rank in the company’s organisation hierarchy, as the name of my position sounds. However, there will always be one man I have to serve. “Good morning, Jamie.” Holding a cup of ristretto, I enter the office and walk towards the desk where Jamie is sitting. I say as I carefully put the paper cup down on his table, “Here’s your ristretto.”
Okay. That is not what I see coming. I think I’ll just have to make up some excuse now, quick.Something like, because I want to help the person I like?No. That’s too obvious, and it makes me sound like I mind him too much.Or something like, because I am just curious about how the meetings look like?No. That makes me sound like I couldn’t care less.Why don’t I come up with something in the middle? Like… “Because I feel insecure when you leave the office.”Hah! Alrighty girl! That's what I’m walking about! Now that makes me sound like I prefer to
Time flies, it is in the afternoon when we arrive at a Spanish restaurant called Los Alimentos. It is a sumptuous place with luxurious meals and desserts. The waiter sits us down at a table for two and takes our order.For I haven’t had enough strawberries, I order a glass of strawberry agua fresca. I leave the decision making for the rest of the meal to Justin. He orders beef carrillada for the both of us, and a glass of white sangria for himself.As I take a look around us, I find the place crowded.“Wow.” I exclaim whispering as I spread out the cloth napkin and put it on my lap, “This place is gorgeous, and there are so many people here.”Justin shrugs, “They have the best Spa
Looking at Justin’s black face, I suddenly stop chewing the beef in my mouth. Trying to figure out what he is looking at, I bow my head and look at myself.I check myself up. Something below my face huh? If there is anything below my face that can probably catch his attention, it should be my huge breasts.Is he looking at my breasts? I wonder. Although men like to look at breasts, Justin doesn’t seem to be like one of that kind. I am not certain, but I just can’t seem to have him related to that kind of man. In my opinion, he is always behaving appropriately and decently.If he is not looking at my breasts, what is he looking at then?Trying to obtain an answer to my doubt, “What?” I a
“Henrietta!”Before I could realize, I was carried away from the chair. Justin hugs me from the back, he places his arms around my waist and bends me forward. He is trying to perform an abdominal thrust on me!He clenches one fist and places it above my belly button while his other hand grabs onto the fist tightly. Just as he makes the correct posture, he starts to pull me against him, inwards and upwards, sharply and hardly!Although I am going to be choked to death right now, I can feel his bulge pressing on my hip when he does that! He repeats performing the abdominal thrust on me for five times, for five times I can feel his bulge!What makes me scared is, my penis is starting to erect! I am not sure
It has been such an enjoyable afternoon I spent at Los Alimentos with Justin, aside from the chaos of course.We return to Minerva right after lunch. I’m now in Jamie’s office giving it a slight tidy up. I clean the couch, wipe the coffee table, sweep the floor, brush the shelves and decorations a little; I keep the stationeries at where they should be, stack the documents up accordingly, wipe the laptop screen, brush the keyboard, clean the table, wash his mug and refill it with ristretto.Just when the office and I are all prepared to welcome Jamie again, Jamie suddenly returns.Now that is a good timing.“Welc
That night after I got back home and took a bath, I lay on my bed in my robe.With my fingers, I brush my short hair to the back, appreciating how refreshening and comfortable my head feels when I don’t have to wear a wig.I am finally alone in my own bed, a place where I can finally relax without needing to be nervous all the time over my true gender being found out.I hug my soft pillow in my arms and rest my chin on it, and that is when the color of the white sheet reminds me of the white hair sticking on Jamie’s clothes.Victor’s words flash across my mind.“Create a fake Facebook account, connect with him, and you find out more
After a few minutes travelling in my red Lexus LS 500, Jamie and I finally arrived at our destination. After Jamie gets out of the car, I pick up a red velvet box from the glove box and put it in my coat. I then catch her up from behind. It is a big house built next to the beach. The house is fully furnished and renovated. It is ready for people to move in and live in it. I am the architect who designed and built the house, however I haven’t decided what to name it yet. Well, anyway… I first bring Jamie through the garden on the beach, I open the door with the key and we enter the house.
The time is five in the evening. I am back in the office building, sitting on the couch, waiting for the interview session to start in approximately half to one and hour.I grab my phone out and check my messages again.I had made a few calls to Jamie through various ways, she never answered the phone, and now, there is still no sign of Jamie.Weimar is seven hours ahead of Chicago, which means it is twelve at midnight at where Jamie is.It is already the next day in Weimar, and that makes this the second day I lost the sign of Jamie.Weird… This is weird.Jamie never leaves me hanging for m
April 2023. Two years later. It is spring in Chicago again, a time when the florals come back to life again, well so do the people. The warm breeze brings the voile curtains up, allowing the morning sunlight to shower on my white bed through the French windows. That is when I am woken up by the sound of this hectic city. I stand on my balcony in my robe, yawning and stretching my body at the same time. “Good morning, Chicago.” I take a glance at the scenery of the city from the top of this building, I see people and vehicles all over the streets, everyone is ready for work and vac
June, 2021.It had been almost one month since the accidents happened.I was discharged from the hospital, rested at home for a few days, took some medicine, did some simple rehabilitation practice… I am almost fully recovered.The news reported that Melonie Myers was brought into custody by the local police. The police told me that I no longer need to worry about stepping out of my house.Also, it is Wednesday morning, a regular working day for me.And so, I am now back to work at Minerva, no longer as the CEO’s secretary, but as the CEO and the owner of Minerva; no longer in skirt and lipstick, but in suit and tie.
Air flow, machines, birds chirping, and a woman sobbing… Those are the first things that come into my ear when I gradually return to my consciousness.They sound really vague at first, but turn louder after as I slowly open my eyes too.There, I find myself in a ward bed. My face is covered with an oxygen mask. My arms are surrounded by tubes and wires.And, I see someone burying her head in the bed, holding my hand tightly in hers.“I’ve lost our baby… I can’t lose you too, Henry… Please wake up...” she sobbed.Slowly, I raise my other hand, and lay it on her head. I caress her gently, stroking her hair th
Assuming that it must be Mr. Hurlock behind the door, I unlock the door and open it without peeking through the cateye.I ask as soon as I open the door, “Yes, Mr. Hurlock? Did you forget someth-”However, just when the door is fully opened, the face of the person standing in front of the door is revealed in front of me.It is a lady in black attire, with a bike helmet on her head, her black hair draped over her shoulder, and she holds a knife in her hand.It isn’t Mr. Hurlock, it is...“Hi there, Henry.”“Melonie Myers…”
It is almost midnight when I sit in my living room alone, waiting for Jamie’s butler to show up. It is always a quiet night like this that makes people feel lonely, isn’t it? Tears ooze out of my eyes abruptly, they trickle down my face one after another. No matter how many times I wipe them off, no matter how hard I try to stop myself from crying, my tears just won’t stop. I cover my face with my palms to cover my sound, I sob as quietly as I can, not hoping to wake Jamie up. I try to stop myself by clearing my head, yet every quiet moment like this keeps reminding me of the fact that we’ve just lost our child. Our dear child… If you can hear us,
The accident and our loss hasn’t been too kind on us, especially for Jamie. The impact of losing our child hits her heart and mental condition so badly. She had been crying for days, she didn’t eat much. She fainted a few times. She became so tired and weak, that the doctor kept her in the hospital for another few days.Tonight, Jamie is just sitting on the bed, sometimes leaning on my shoulder, imagining how different our life would be if everything never happened, how our life would be if we hadn’t lost our child.What gender will it be? Will it be a little princess? How heavy will she weigh when she is born? Will she look more like Jamie or me? What name will we name her? How will we celebrate her first birthday? How excited will we be when she says her first word or takes her first step? Will she first say mommy
“Jamie…”Not knowing how much time has passed, I gradually woke up when I heard myself mumbling.I first feel my senses are unblocked, just like when one who sinks in the ocean for a long time gets back up from the water.The next thing I feel... is my body covered in pain, especially my head.“Umm…”Holding the pain back, slowly, I try to open my eyes.It is the moment when I open my eyes again, bright light seeps into my eyes. I squint into the light, my eyes take quite a while to adapt to the light.