Damn it! I messed everything up!
I ruined what I had managed to avoid for years in just one day. All because of a single damn day. If there's any justification, it was a memorable one, where I saw a side of Nicole that I knew existed, but it was the first time it emerged because of me. She was cheerful, light, and playful with me.
I flirted with her; she pretended to be crazy, but she didn't reject me. There was no physical contact, but it felt nice as if there had been. I didn't need that to feel excited to be in the company of my secretary. Then, in minutes, I threw everything down the drain because of a fucking misplaced jealousy.
I hated seeing her smile at that motherfucker as she had smiled at me earlier. I hated that Nicole quickly found in someone else what I denied her. Moreover, I regretted turning down the dinner invitation, but it was too late when I realized it.
Damn, I can't remember feeling as pissed off as when I saw her sitting at that ta
"Because I wanted to take her out to discover what was beneath the surface at that moment," I reply without hesitation, and she is taken aback, holding her breath and fidgeting, restless as she often is when I confront her as I am now."Why didn't you ever do it?""Because I respect you, both as a professional and as a woman. I didn't want you to think I was exploiting my position to pressure you. I also didn't want to let someone with such an impressive resume slip away, so my feelings for you took a back seat.""You know..." he realizes after a moment of looking at me. He stifles a cry, biting down on his lower lip tightly. I use my thumb to ease it, gliding it across the soft skin. "About my old job..."I simply nod in agreement and observe the effort she makes to hold back tears in front of me. Nicole lowers her gaze, looking away from mine, and exhales deeply, blinking repeatedly. I gently hold her chin and lift her face back to mine."I'm sor
I had sex with my boss.My despised, bossy, and controlling boss, whom just a few hours ago, I wouldn't have wanted to see even if he were painted gold. Where did it all go wrong? Oh yes, it was in the kiss in the elevator. If I'm honest with myself, I’ll admit it started before that, but now, I prefer to deceive myself too.I hear Valentin's giggle next to me, but I won’t ask her why. I'm confused at the moment. Furthermore, I don’t know what to think about having felt horny enough to sit on him. And it was nice, on top of that. I enjoyed sitting with my boss! My God, I’m a bitch!Valentin shifts next to me and stands up. I allow myself to rise just enough to spy on him. Heck, his body is much more beautiful than he could ever imagine. He has muscles in all the right places, without excess; he is all big and thick. All the same! I've never been one to find nice dicks before, but Valentin's makes me want to drool over it all, through all
I feel my pussy dripping from being so wet, just as I sense my tongue doing an excellent job of licking it all up. He drinks from me with an insatiable thirst. It alternates between slow and fast, between hard and delicate. It's a delicious concoction. When I lower my eyes, I see that he is studying me, testing my reactions.He opens my full lips and massages them, sucking my clitoris with just the right force to make me cum hard, unexpectedly. I moan loudly and think I call your name or curse; I don’t remember. I know that my body is reaching a dimension never before experienced by me, as if it were a kind of limbo. His mouth keeps sucking me until I become too sensitive to endure it any longer."And then? Has your impression of oral changed?" he asks, standing over me and rubbing his honeyed beard against the liquid on my face."You were nice," I lie, and Valentin breaks into the smile of someone who doesn't believe me for a second.Of course, he knows it's good. He doesn't need any
There should be a limit to how arrogant a man can be. I swear there should be. It should be, I don't know, in the country's constitution, forbidding bosses from being so... unbearable.You know what's worse?I've been complaining about it for years, every day. I'm not exaggerating, I complain. Do I do anything to change it? No. It may seem like I'm lazy and don't love my own life, but that's not it. At least, it's not just that.The truth is that I hate change. I'm terrified when it comes to the pretty ones. My anxiety-ridden brain starts creating a thousand and two hypotheses about what could go wrong if I decide to risk giving up, so I no longer have to put up with Valentin's unpalatable personality, and I always think it's never the right time to change.Because I depend on the money.Because it could be worse.Because the bastard isn't that bad.And really, Valentin Salvatore could be worse. I'm real proof that there are much worse bosses out there, but I'm not someone who can dea
I smile when she freaks out once again, saying that her father is driving her crazy with the planning of Amanda's birthday party, which will take place in a few weeks. The little one is only going to be one year old, but the celebration is going to make the news thanks to her doting grandfather, I'm sure. Like everything else in Nat's life.When I get to my car, I throw my bag on the passenger seat and drive to the bar where I've arranged to meet Oliver, a friend with benefits with whom I've been sexually involved for a long time. He's great company, he's funny, he's intelligent, and he also eats me to my heart's content, so I've got a pretty good combo in one person.I texted him earlier, saying I was going to be late because of my executioner boss, and Oliver understood, replying that he was going to wait for me because the night was young. He probably expected me not to arrive on time, because it's not the first time I've been late for the same reason.As soon as I park a little aw
My mood was terrible the day after the chaos.I should get used to it, after all, it's not the first time it's happened. It won't be the last. What's wrong with men? Why am I always attracted to the emotional ones, when all I want is a jerk who wants the same things as me?Don't judge me. It's not that I never want to settle down, build a family, or spend the rest of my life with just one person. I want that, at some point. Just not now. Everything is too unstable in my life. Starting with my career, which isn't exactly what I planned for my future.Every worker's goal is to progress, to rise through the ranks, and to be recognized for doing what they love. And that happened to me one day. When all that was snatched away from me, I was forced to take a job as a secretary, earning a good living, but having to accept a bullying boss as a bonus. I had no experience in the field when they took me on three years ago, but my CV was excellent and they were desperate to find someone.Now I un
“I'm not risky.” That's all I can say to try and defend myself because apparently, Valentin Salvatore knows me too well for my liking. The problem is that the words come out acidic as if to prove his point.He gives a quick sideways smile, which is quite rare. He only uses it when he's not saying what he's thinking. It's usually in our healthy spats. I imagine it's something too bad to say out loud because he's not one to hold anything back. The man doesn't hesitate to fight and say how he likes things to happen around here.“There's a lot more. I could spend the rest of the day here talking about your lack of professionalism, but I'll finish with the little gifts you receive more often than is appropriate for the workplace. Flowers, giant bears, serenades...”“It's not my fault! It's not like I'm the one sending the gifts.”“But you can make sure they're not delivered here, Miss Santoro, but to your home. Your personal life generates more gossip in this company than we've had in all
Crazy.Of a long list of adjectives that can be used to describe Nicole Santoro, this one is certainly at the top. Fuck, I can’t help but think how she always manages to surprise me. For better or worse, she does.Lucky I’m quick to trim your body even holding a bouquet in one hand and the damn card in another. Leave the objects on the ground and hold the tiny woman, supporting both hands on her back and lifting her. I swear a low word because the employees started whispering to each other when they witnessed the scene.Wanting to escape the gossip, I take Nicole to my room and push the door with my shoulder to close it. I put the woman girl lying on the brown leather sofa that is in the corner. Rarely use it, because I don’t usually relax much in the office, but at least it will be useful now.Cross my arms in front of the body, while waiting for your farce to end, stopping to observe how beautiful the crazy is fucking. I’ve had my share of women throughout my forties, but I confess
I feel my pussy dripping from being so wet, just as I sense my tongue doing an excellent job of licking it all up. He drinks from me with an insatiable thirst. It alternates between slow and fast, between hard and delicate. It's a delicious concoction. When I lower my eyes, I see that he is studying me, testing my reactions.He opens my full lips and massages them, sucking my clitoris with just the right force to make me cum hard, unexpectedly. I moan loudly and think I call your name or curse; I don’t remember. I know that my body is reaching a dimension never before experienced by me, as if it were a kind of limbo. His mouth keeps sucking me until I become too sensitive to endure it any longer."And then? Has your impression of oral changed?" he asks, standing over me and rubbing his honeyed beard against the liquid on my face."You were nice," I lie, and Valentin breaks into the smile of someone who doesn't believe me for a second.Of course, he knows it's good. He doesn't need any
I had sex with my boss.My despised, bossy, and controlling boss, whom just a few hours ago, I wouldn't have wanted to see even if he were painted gold. Where did it all go wrong? Oh yes, it was in the kiss in the elevator. If I'm honest with myself, I’ll admit it started before that, but now, I prefer to deceive myself too.I hear Valentin's giggle next to me, but I won’t ask her why. I'm confused at the moment. Furthermore, I don’t know what to think about having felt horny enough to sit on him. And it was nice, on top of that. I enjoyed sitting with my boss! My God, I’m a bitch!Valentin shifts next to me and stands up. I allow myself to rise just enough to spy on him. Heck, his body is much more beautiful than he could ever imagine. He has muscles in all the right places, without excess; he is all big and thick. All the same! I've never been one to find nice dicks before, but Valentin's makes me want to drool over it all, through all
"Because I wanted to take her out to discover what was beneath the surface at that moment," I reply without hesitation, and she is taken aback, holding her breath and fidgeting, restless as she often is when I confront her as I am now."Why didn't you ever do it?""Because I respect you, both as a professional and as a woman. I didn't want you to think I was exploiting my position to pressure you. I also didn't want to let someone with such an impressive resume slip away, so my feelings for you took a back seat.""You know..." he realizes after a moment of looking at me. He stifles a cry, biting down on his lower lip tightly. I use my thumb to ease it, gliding it across the soft skin. "About my old job..."I simply nod in agreement and observe the effort she makes to hold back tears in front of me. Nicole lowers her gaze, looking away from mine, and exhales deeply, blinking repeatedly. I gently hold her chin and lift her face back to mine."I'm sor
Damn it! I messed everything up!I ruined what I had managed to avoid for years in just one day. All because of a single damn day. If there's any justification, it was a memorable one, where I saw a side of Nicole that I knew existed, but it was the first time it emerged because of me. She was cheerful, light, and playful with me.I flirted with her; she pretended to be crazy, but she didn't reject me. There was no physical contact, but it felt nice as if there had been. I didn't need that to feel excited to be in the company of my secretary. Then, in minutes, I threw everything down the drain because of a fucking misplaced jealousy.I hated seeing her smile at that motherfucker as she had smiled at me earlier. I hated that Nicole quickly found in someone else what I denied her. Moreover, I regretted turning down the dinner invitation, but it was too late when I realized it.Damn, I can't remember feeling as pissed off as when I saw her sitting at that ta
I smile back, and he refocuses on the computer. I glance at him occasionally and catch him staring at me, unabashedly. Furthermore, I notice when he closes the screen and stands up, approaching me."At the risk of sounding pretentious, a woman like you shouldn't dine alone.""Who said I'm alone?" I reply to Faceira, and I see him hesitate for a moment. "A gentleman has just arrived to keep me company."When he grasps my playful pick-up line, the formally dressed man also smiles and takes a seat in the chair across from mine. He introduces himself as Charles Bianchi and gallantly holds my fingers, kissing the tips. The man is older and handsome, making me feel like I'm in a movie. I dare to dream that I belong in this world. I say my name just before I withdraw my hand."What brings you here, Nicole?""Nothing too exciting." Just work."And who says work can't be fun? Look, in the midst of it all, I ended up finding you."The man is ch
I will deny all the events of this trip until the last days of my life. I will never admit to anyone that I spent an entire day with Valentin Salvatore. Furthermore, I will claim that I was abducted and swapped for another human being.There is no way this man could be fun! I refuse to accept that he made me laugh during the afternoon we shared. I'm blaming that truce, but I didn't feel like telling him to go fuck himself even once! This is a significant victory for our relationship.As we arrive at the hotel, already at dusk, after visiting several museums, a zoo, and a botanical garden, I feel as happy and light as I haven't felt in a long time. I'm saying it's not normal! I spent the day with my boss, and I'm feeling good. What the hell is this parallel universe?"The day got dark, and I didn't even notice," he says, smiling charmingly, because I may be crazy, but I sensed that Valentin flirted with me discreetly all day. I played dumb, of course, because it
"What proposal?" Nicole asks."A truce. We're in a good place, with a pleasant climate, and about to finalize two lucrative contracts, so there's no reason we can't get along. Then, if you want, we can return to normal.""Will you stop being an asshole? And arrogant? And bossy? And...""All right, all right, I understand. I'll try. You're stronger than I am. Changing one's personality is tough, Miss Sharp Tongue.""Okay," she agrees, laughing, much lighter than she usually is in the office. I must admit, this version of Nicole is even more captivating than the others. "I know I'm not easy. We can give it a shot. I'll try too, for the sake of these five days.""We have a deal, Miss Santoro." I raise my hand to her, and she stares at me for a few seconds before taking it. The soft, warm touch sends shivers through my body, but I mask it well, as touching her stirs something within me.We stroll along the avenue lined with restaurants and quickly choose on
It was a great idea to bring Nicole with me on this trip. Initially, it felt like the best decision. I wasn't lying when I said she is one of the few people in that company who brings me problems already solved. I know she's well compensated for it, but Nicole consistently goes above and beyond her responsibilities. Handling work-related issues, while ignoring the splinter exchanges, is, of course, easy. Your competence supports me, and I believe that's why I kept you as my secretary for as long as I could. Even though I know it's a very minor role for her, my selfish side hesitated to let her go so soon. However, I understand that the time to release her for her continued development is approaching, and I shouldn't feel sad about it. I will miss the busy days, your blunt remarks, and playful provocations. I might sound masochistic saying that, but the certainty of having her to break my routine makes my days less stressful. "What's the plan for t
"We'll land in a few minutes," he announces, glancing at me with a slight smile. "I can almost picture you asleep. You look like an angel." "Don't be fooled." "I wouldn't dare. I said almost," he replies, smiling faintly, and I release a sigh. This Valentin, almost... cute, intimidates me more than the unpleasant, arrogant one who always goes out of his way to annoy me. When the pilot announces our descent, my boss closes his notebook and stows it in his pocket. He fastens his seatbelt and gestures toward mine, which is loose. I catch him too, still half-asleep, and smooth my hair, which I left loose and tousled from my nap. Valentin watches me openly, and I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling exposed, because he’s staring at me more than usual. Is he plotting something sinister? What if this trip is just a cover for him to eliminate me and hide my body somewhere no one would find it? No, that would be too obvious. Everyone knows