Are You Certain Your Boss Doesn't Have Feelings For You?“So, now you are calm, do you want to tell me what happened? Or you don't want to talk about it? Either ways is fine by me. I just want you to be okay, that's all that matters to me.” He asked me after my tears dried up. I was feeling weak and weary after crying my eyes out, but I felt relatively better.“I'm sorry I ruined your shirt and possibly got snot all over it.” I laughed nervously as I tried using tissue to wipe his shirt. But he held my hands and lowered it to my laps. “There are numerous shirts in my closet. Trust me when I say that this shirt is not my problem.” He assured me.“But it's all wet and soggy. I just feel like...” I stopped and laughed nervously. I really felt bad about his shirt and what my tears did it. What if it was a really expensive shirt and he was just saying it's fine so I don't feel bad about it?“If the shirt is causing you to worry, I'll just take it off.” He got up and pulled his office clos
When In Face of Danger, Maybe Call Your Boss“And what are you doing here?” I leaned casually on the doorframe and acted like him being here didn't make me nervous. And the events of few days ago didn't frighten me. I am no damsel in distress and let's just say he managed to catch me off guard last week, but he was on my turf now.“Also, what the hell, who are you to call me a bitch? You harassed me in my place of work and now you are here in my home. Seems the color orange is what you find befitting. Plus, what was that you tried to pull off the last time we saw? Do I look that weak to you?” I steeled my voice and looked directly in his eyes. I was beyond pissed that I was treated like a strumpet by him, and the more I replayed the event of that day, it made me angry that I cried over something like that.His stormy gaze averted my threatening stare and I noticed his countenance changed significantly. Mentally, I was beating myself up for looking weak when he pushed me on the floor.
I Might Have Desired A Married Man“Annalise, you don't have to hug everybody.” My boss's voice said from behind the most adorable four or five year old child I have ever come across. I studied by Boss's features and looked down at Annalise's. The resemblance is uncanny and one need not a soothsayer to notice that they were related. Even though I knew that there might be Mrs. Falcon out there, Annalise's mother and she might just be the most loving person to my Boss and Annalise, I found my heart sinking down to the pit of my stomach. Why is it the first person I have ever truly wanted was taken? Life indeed wasn't fair, one bit.Annalise broke from the hug and her little arms that held my thighs captive unwrapped from around them. She turned to my boss, her father, and said, “But Dad, she is not a stranger. She works for you.”“Okay, Smarty-pants. You cannot go hugging everyone of my workers.” He corrected himself.“But, I didn't hug anybody else. I only hugged her because she is a n
When He Does Things Like This For Me, I Can't Stop My Heart From Racing “Hello. Hello.” Lillian, the front desk receptionist greeted me immediately I got into the reception area the next morning. She had a wide grin on her face that I somehow felt was always there because each time you looked at her, she was always smiling, like the smile was etched on her face permanently. She was definitely the right person to put at the Office front desk because the moment you see her, she brightens my day, and I am certain I wasn't the only one.“Hello, it's been a hot minute, hasn't it?” I stopped by the counter for a quick chit chat because it's been long since we chatted. Also, it was an excuse to stay rooted and ignore the faint throbbing of my ankle. I was on stiletto heels today, and it definitely wasn't budding well on my recently healed ankle. I was feeling sharp pains since yesterday I started wearing my heels, but I couldn't complain because part of the guidelines for a lady walking in
My Heart is Losing the Battle“What are you doing here? And also what's all these shenanigans?” I questioned him pointing to the huge flower arrangement behind him that said I am sorry with white roses in a bed of red roses. Then, the bouquet in his hands.“Please, just hear what I have to say. I feel like I haven't expressed how sorry I am.” He told me and was about getting down on his knees when I quickly rushed to him and put a hand on his shoulder.“Don't even think about it. This is madness and it's embarrassing,” I looked around and noticed people were still watching the exchange. I even heard some girls snickering in the background ‘I can't believe that she's not accepting the apology of such a nice man.’That was one thing I hated about grand gestures. Suddenly, everyone thinks that they know everything about your relationship because a man got down on his knees. If anything, his grand apology was embarrassing and doing nothing to soothe my anger. “Get rid of all these things
I Am No Pushover “You? So, it's because of a skunk like you that my carefully curated career came to an end? Who are you to do this to me?” She screeched. If you didn't guess right. It was Amy, the nasty ex-girlfriend that refused to let go. What was this? Season of the exes. I was getting frustrated at the whole thing and my patience was wearing thin.“Look at what the cat dragged in? Bravo!” I stood up slowly clapping my hands in mockery.“So, what was your plan? You waltz in here and threaten me after pouring me acid? You should be in jail, not here, if not that your dumb brain didn't know there are different types of acids.” I sneered. I could feel my anger bubbling over and threatening to erupt. What do people take me for? A door mat? Why does everyone suddenly think it's cool to come to where I work and threaten me? It's getting old and when a tale gets too old that retelling it no longer feels fun, one needs to switch it up.“What did you just call me? Who the fuck are you? A
He Now Messes With my Dreams“What?” He asked. If he was like every other person, he might have sputtered in shock at how I just said that out of the blues. Even I was shocked that I could be so audacious. It's just that I was sick of having such uncultured thoughts for a married person. I needed him to tell me he was married and put me out of the torment of liking someone that would never be mine.“I said are you married?” I repeated the question again.He rose me up slowly and stood up too. I stood there in confusion as he maneuvered past me and began pacing in the office. I knew it, he was married and avoiding the question. For my Boss that never over thinks and just says things as they come to his head, he was acting suspicious right now. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. But I was going to act like I was cool with it and just tell him why I asked.“I asked because when I saw Annalise, I thought ‘Yes, you might be married to her mother.’ See, you might not see it this way
Please, I can't afford to lose him.“I ask again. Why were you calling your Boss's name in your sleep?” She repeated the question while I still stared at her in shock.I blinked my eyes repeatedly and cleared my throat. I tried my best to convey an unbothered vibe, but when I spoke, my voice failed me because it shook, “When did I do that?” There was no way that while I was having that dream last night, I could have been shameless enough to call it out loudly from my dreams that she heard it from her room.“Yesternight, I was looking for floss in my room and didn't find any. So, I decided to come check your room and honestly, I was doubtful your room was going to be open because we always shut our room doors at night. But by sheer luck or I don't know, when I twisted your door knob, your door opened. It was supposed to be a quick in and out. I tiptoed to your bathroom, got the floss, and I was tiptoeing out of your room, when I cast a glance at you and noticed your face was twisted in