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Mr Perfect Boyfriend
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2025-02-08 21:44:07Susan
The following days at work were pure torture. Not because Elliot was distant or angry. Oh no. That would’ve been easier to deal with. Instead, he decided to become Mr. Perfect Boyfriend. On Monday, a bouquet of my favorite lilies sat on my desk when I arrived. The soft petals and delicate scent mocked me as I stared at them like they were ticking time bombs. I looked around the office, hoping no one noticed, but of course, my PA caught my eye from her desk, her grin so wide I wanted to throw the flowers at her. By Tuesday, it was my favorite coffee...hot, just the right amount of cream and sugar, and delivered right to my desk before I could even make it to the break room. The barista even spelled my name right. I clenched my jaw, marched straight into Elliot’s office, and slammed the cup down on his desk. “We’re supposed to be breaking up, Elliot.” He leaned back in his chair, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he was enjoying every second of this. “You promised her to break up with me,” he said smoothly, his voice low and teasing. “But you didn’t promise her not to get back together.” I gaped at him, completely speechless. Before I could find the right words to fire back, he stood, buttoned his jacket like he had just sealed a business deal, and strolled past me. “Enjoy the coffee, Susan,” he whispered, his breath brushing against my ear as he walked out. I stood there, staring at the door he just exited through, my heart racing...not from anger, but from the flutter of emotions I was desperately trying to suffocate. This man was going to drive me insane. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stop. *** Elliot By Friday, I was at my limit. She’d been dodging me all week, throwing up walls like she actually thought they could keep me out. But I wasn’t just going to break them down...I was going to burn them to the ground. I waited until the office thinned out, the usual noise fading to a heavy, expectant silence. Then, I sent her a text. Me: My office. Now. It didn’t take long. Five minutes later, the door burst open, and there she was...fuming, beautiful, and defiant. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling with every angry breath. “What now, Elliot?” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. I didn’t answer. Instead, I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed the door behind her, and slammed it shut, locking it with a definitive click. Her eyes widened, but before she could say another word, I had her pinned against the door, my mouth crashing onto hers like I’d been holding back a goddamn storm. She gasped, her hands pressed flat against my chest as if to shove me away...but instead, her fingers curled into my shirt, pulling me closer, like she’d been dying for this as much as I had. I kissed her deeper, tasting every inch of her mouth, my hands roaming down her sides, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her blouse. She arched into me with a soft, involuntary moan that made my blood pulse hot and fast. My lips left hers only to trail down her jaw, her neck, biting just enough to leave a mark. Her breath hitched, and I felt her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me on. “You can’t keep doing this,” she whispered, her voice shaky but thick with want. I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, my thumb brushing over her swollen bottom lip. “Then stop me.” But she didn’t. God, she didn’t. Her lips found mine again, fiercer this time, her body melting into me as if all that defiance was just a mask she couldn’t wear anymore. I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the edge of my desk, sweeping papers to the floor without a second thought. “I hate you,” she breathed against my ear, but the way her hips rolled against mine told me otherwise. “Liar,” I growled, yanking open her blouse, exposing the soft skin I’d been craving all damn week. “You feel this, Susan? You think you can walk away from this?” She didn’t answer. She just pulled me down, her lips claiming mine with a desperate hunger that told me everything I needed to know.Related chapters
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