Freezell

I AUTOMATICALLY turned to my boss who had just arrived at the office. It looks like he hasn't slept or come home to them based on the mess in his hair and the tangled polo shirt he's wearing.

"I need my schedule for this day right away," he ordered me in a low tone as he finally entered his office.

I immediately took my folder containing his appointments for the day and entered his office. . . but I feel like I want to regret my entry without even knocking.

He changes his polo shirt and pants! I feel like I want to be eaten by the ground at this time. I never expected to find him in this situation.

It's juicy! I admit that I'm not innocent, but don't act like I'm being allowed to watch a live show.

I immediately turned around because of what I saw. He just dresses up but it seems like it used to be different and it affects me even if I don't like it.

"A–Ahh . . . S–Sir!" I almost screamed to get his attention with a strange nervousness that enveloped me now.

"Have you been there before?" he didn't ask nervously while I was still turning my back.

I can't really imagine how he could act like I just caught him in such a situation.

"H–No way. S–Sir, are your pants up yet? P–So that I can face you."

I feel like I want to pull out my tongue the way I speak. What's happening to me? I shouldn't have been affected like this.

"Why? Do you want to be the one to lift it? Come here, it's fine with me," he teased and I heard that he followed it with a silly laugh.

Why is it that my boss has such a strange effect on me even though I haven't looked at him yet? Add to that his voice... always seems to attract from any angle.

"N–No, Sir!" I answered him obviously surprised.

Seeing my face is something many women dream about seeing, Ms. Freezell."  he told me arrogantly.

I slowly turned around and revealed to me... a perfectly shaped body that looked like a great sculptor had worked tirelessly to sculpt.

His polo shirt was unbuttoned and the pants he was wearing were hipster, which I can say made his body look even better. Extraordinary!

I mentally shook my head and turned my eyes to others. What are my thoughts? I can't lust after my boss. I can't do that because I can't lose my job. Out of the many applications I've applied to, only here has anyone accepted me!

Get settled, Avrein! You're unbelievable!

I looked back at him again and felt like I wanted to repent again. He has a very different charisma. fuck!

I am not attracted. I am not attracted. I'm not attracted. I'm not attracted to—

"Come here, babe let's go to bed—I mean, let's do our business. Give me my schedule," he said then sat on his swivel chair while looking directly into my eyes.

Sir, why are you doing this to me? Why are you attractive? It is my goal just to do well at work, but how can you be so tempting to me? What is wrong with you?

I'm Avrein Laiclei Agaña– Freezell and he's Vience Kent Alisser– Montealegre..

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AVREIN

"AVREIN, please also fix this, The district office needs it," Fria pleaded. She's my best friend—my only friend even here at the office, not because I'm not friendly, but because other people find me creepy. I couldn't live up to their expectations and standards. People tend to hate someone who's different from them.

I nodded at Fria and she smiled in return.

I did what I had to do and walked to the elevator. The fax machine is on the ground floor while my and my boss's office is on the 32nd floor, so every day I really feel tired.

As I walked towards the elevator, that was the opinion of the people around me.

"I do really wonder why he was hired as Mr. Montealegre's secretary?"

"I agree! She's a freak. She doesn't have the face and body curve."

"In short, she's a total pathetic ugly bitch. Well, she looks better that way. We just know that Mr. Montealegre won't kill her."

I am not as shallow as the people around me to criticize what they are saying which is obviously being heard by me just to make me feel smaller about myself. I'm here to work and nothing else.

I have gone up to my office—yes, my own office and not just a cubicle outside my boss's door as a secretary. He likes it and I don't know why.

Before you reach his office, you will pass by my office first. Right in front of it is a big barrier where only office personnel can enter his office. If you are not office personnel and want to enter my boss's office, you will first ask him for permission through the intercom.

My boss is strict about his security and privacy. Maybe that's because of being . . . he's a girl

"Hello, Miss." I stared at the woman standing in front of my office. I could see her through the window.

I stood up from where I was sitting and went out the door and faced the woman. "Yes ma'am?" I asked politely.

"Can I see Kent?" it asked back to me. He seems to have no intention of answering my question.

"Do you have an appointment with him, Ma'am?" I politely ask here again.

"Can you just let me see him and stop asking? You're just a secretary and you're freaking annoying!" I was shocked by the amount of anger that he displayed. In an instant, the young man appeared to raise his voice as if he was seeking trouble.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but Mr. Montealegre said that if it's not important and you don't have an appointment with him, you won't be able to meet him," I answered, raising an eyebrow.

"Just tell him that his girlfriend is here! End of this damn conversation!" it growled irritatedly at me.

"Okay, Ma'am. I will. But I hope you know that you are his fifth girlfriend who has come here since this morning when office hours started," I reminded her as I entered my office and called my boss on the intercom.

"Sir, there is a woman here who insists on seeing you, and it's not like it was with the other women who came here before. She is more insistent with you than the previous women."

In response to her, his voice was whispering, "Throw her away or tell the security to throw her away. Once you've done that, come to my office. I have something I'd like for you to do," he said over the phone and left.

I did as she said even though at first it seemed like the woman really wanted to kill me. Fortunately, the security guards here are alert.

I just packed my things and fixed my big glasses then went to my boss's office.

I stopped knocking and continued to enter. He told me that when he himself sent me to his office, I should not even bother knocking.

"Hmmm . . .!" I immediately turned around when I heard his familiar gasp again. This is not the first time and I seem to be getting used to it.

"S–Sir, I'm already here," I stammered, grabbing his attention. I still always stutter when I catch him watching something on his desktop.

"Come here." That's the sign for me to face.

I caught him staring at me as I walked toward him.

"A–What will you order, Sir?" I asked as I approached his table.

"About your cousin's wedding, I'm sorry about the kiss. I was only able to do it because of the situation," he explained to me without any hesitation.

Suddenly it seemed to replay in my brain when I took him to my cousin's wedding.

***

"So . . . to make it different, it's confusing. I mean, the woman is mixed with the man and the groom and bride will throw the bouquet and garter at the same time. Is that okay?" Leickel's suggestion—he is also one of my cousins ​​with sister Aiyell who is now married.

All of us young women and young men were sent to the center when everyone agreed. I nervously stood next to the other guests. . . even my boss who happens to be Claw's friend.

 Claw and   Aiyell went to the spot when the organizer gave them the go signal. They threw their bouquet and garter to our group.

To the surprise of everyone here, I got the garter and the one who got the garter was Sir Vience!

"OHHHH!" the people chanted and I heard the dominance of the chanting of my cousins ​​Aiyell, Leyvance, and Leickel. I saw Aeickel, Lei's twin, just in the corner and watching.

"And because the shot is reversed, the woman will put the garter on the man's thigh. WOOOOOOHHHHH!" shouted Leickel who was obviously happy with what was happening.

The organizer has already changed us into clothes. I'm the one in the tuxedo while Sir Vience is the one in the gown. I looked at him and you will not see any shame in his body. He also looks like he's enjoying it but . . . not me. I've been feeling shy for a while now.

Claw and Dreik, Vance's ex-boyfriend, sat Sir Vience in a monoblock chair. They ordered me to kneel in front of him as if I was asking him to marry me which I immediately followed because I just wanted this all to be over.

I slowly put the garter on Sir Vience's leg. It was above the knee when the guests started laughing at us again. "HIGHER! HIGHER!"

It was obvious that the garter I was wearing was already on my thigh because my hands were swollen from the gown worn by Sir Vience.

"HIGHER! HIGHER . . .!" even teasing guests.

I even raised it but I knew that my blush was obvious because of so much embarrassment.

I was surprised when Sir Vience suddenly kissed me and planted a kiss on my lips. I can't process it! My whole system was shocked by what he did!

"MONTEALEGRE!" I heard Daddy Led shout so I pushed Sir Vience violently.

***

"I–It's okay, Sir. It was just a kiss," I answered but I suddenly got nervous when he narrowed his eyes at me and stood up from his seat, and came closer to me.

"Really? It was just a kiss?" It was like a challenging question and then he brought his face closer to mine which made me step backward.

"Y­–Yes, Sir."

"So . . ." then he took a few strands of my hair that had fallen from the tie and tucked them behind my ear. ". . . you won't mind if I'll do it again? Right here? Right now?"

I was suddenly showered with cold water by what he said, so I took a step further away. "S–Sir. . . ."

"Damn!" he exclaimed then he left in front of me and returned to his seat. He felt both his senses with two fingers. "I'm sorry, Ms. Freezell, and I've been arguing with you too. It's just bullshit. I haven't had sex in a few days because of work!" it added and ruffled the hair which made the appeal even stronger—No, Avrein!

"Can I leave now, Sir?" I asked her as the tension between us seemed to calm down.

"Are you going somewhere later?" he asked back, frowning.

"Nothing, Sir," I answered.

"Then, maybe you can come with me?"

"Where?"

"Bar. were gonna Hang out?"

"Sir—"

"Don't worry, I won't fuck you. Just join me because I'm sure I'll get drunk and there might be no one to support me back home. You're the only one I trust. You're the only girl I know who doesn't like me and I won't turn around just in case. Just later, 10 pm at LY'ARÉ Bar," it was a long speech that I just nodded. "You may go back to work," he ordered so I turned away from him.

I came back to the office and then sit in the chair. This is my life now—a plain office girl. I could no longer go back to the person I once was. . . when I was in California.

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