My relationship with Johnny quickly became public knowledge within the company. Most of my colleagues were kind enough to offer their congratulations and well wishes.I made a conscious effort to keep my personal life separate from my professional responsibilities, ensuring my emotions never interfered with my work. In fact, I worked harder than ever to maintain a high standard. But one day, after submitting my report, I was asked to stay behind.The general manager's face was clouded with unease, his words far from polite. "Kate," he said, "I acknowledge your abilities, which is why I promoted you to supervisor. But your personal conduct leaves much to be desired. You've disappointed me."I had anticipated this confrontation. Navigating an office romance often comes with professional scrutiny, and I knew management would address it sooner or later.I remained calm as I replied, "Mr. Sanders, I can assure you that my personal life will not interfere with my work. Please trust m
"Mr. Maverick, do you want everyone to see what you've been doing behind the scenes with our clients?" Before I could utter a word, a clear and resonant voice echoed from behind me. Johnny strode forward, a stack of papers in his hand, which he flung onto the desk in front of Leon. Leon glanced at the papers, his face immediately drained of color. He hastily grabbed the papers, flipping through them with growing horror. The more he read, the paler he became, until he was trembling uncontrollably. "You...you...how did you get these?" he stammered. Johnny tilted his head and smiled. "Did you think you could deceive everyone by acting covertly? I noticed discrepancies in the accounts of some projects a while ago. Upon further investigation, I found that they all linked back to you." "Didn't you know that even deleted files can be recovered, and hidden files can be copied? All it takes is a bit of programming." Johnny continued, "You've been colluding with clients, haven't you? You
My name is Kate Portman, and I'm a junior supervisor at a company.To save up for a house as soon as possible, I write... well, let's just say, spicy stories online in my spare time.Today is the deadline for my submission, but of course, the entire building decided to lose power. Left with no choice, I sneak back to the office to finish my writing.Fortunately, everyone else had already left for the day.I sat down in my cubicle, opened my laptop, and lost myself in my work. The deeper I got into the writing, the more engrossed I became, especially the last section.The main characters were having a torrid, passionate encounter. I could hardly believe what I was writing—my face turned crimson, and my heart was pounding wildly in my chest.Finally, I typed the last word and let out a breath of relief. I was about to close the laptop when suddenly, a voice from behind read aloud the very words I had just written."They entwined with each other, lost in passion. His strong, muscul
The bathroom was a humid haven, the floor still damp from Johnny's recent shower. In this unfamiliar environment, heavy with masculine energy, I slowly disrobed. Although the door was securely locked, I remained vigilant, washing myself while keeping an ear out for any sounds from outside. I was terrified that Johnny might suddenly barge in. Thankfully, my fears were unfounded, and I finished my shower in peace. But then, a new problem arose. My dress was soaked with sweat and unwearable. How was I supposed to leave the bathroom?After much hesitation, I bit my lip and cracked open the bathroom door, calling out in a soft voice, "Johnny, are you there?""What is it?" he responded quickly, causing me to hastily shut the door again in surprise."Um... do you have any clothes I could borrow?" I asked."I've hung some clothes on the hook behind the door. Can you see them?" he replied.I looked towards the door and sure enough, there hung a crisp white shirt, presumably Johnny'
I'm not sure how much time had passed before he finally released me, then cradled my breathless form in his arms, and gently patted my back. I was too exhausted to speak, feeling as though the day's events had taken a toll on me, both physically and emotionally. "Are you tired, Kate?" he asked gently. "You should sleep. We have plenty of time in the future." Plenty of time... The words sent a shiver through me, and my vision darkened as I succumbed to sleep. I woke up to a well-prepared breakfast on the table. "Did you sleep well, Kate?" Johnny asked, a satisfied smile on his face as he sat at the table. I blushed at the memories of the previous night, unable to meet his gaze. After breakfast, I grabbed my bag and hurriedly said, "I'm leaving first," before rushing out the door. "Aren't we dating? Shouldn't we go to work together?" he asked. "No, no, we can't let anyone at the company find out about us, understand?" Johnny blinked his eyes innocently, "Why?" "I'm
As the afternoon work commenced, I felt as if every character on my computer screen had morphed into strawberries, spilling over me in a torrent. It was enough to make my scalp tingle. When the end of the day finally arrived, I was practically the first to bolt from the office. I had to distance myself from Johnny. Stepping outside, I didn't rush home, instead, I leisurely strolled toward my apartment complex. From a distance, I spotted a figure standing tall and upright, irresistibly eye-catching. "Kate," Johnny had seen me. He waved, and I clearly saw a large plastic bag in his hand. Surely, it couldn't be filled with... strawberries? My legs turned to jelly, and I stood there, dumbfounded. "Kate, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Johnny approached, naturally taking my hand. "Which floor do you live on?" "Uh..." I hastily made up an excuse to refuse him, "My place is small and messy, you better not come." "Do you dislike me, Kate?" His head lowered, his eyes
During the daylight hours, my time was consumed by ceaseless work, and when night fell, I found myself entangled in Johnny's affections. The editor had been nudging me for the new draft, but I managed to dodge her inquiries with vague responses. Eventually, she sent me a mischievous emoji, teasing: [Are you in love these days?]I stared at my phone screen for a long time before finally replying: [No, no, just too busy, always on business trips.]Indeed, I was about to embark on a business trip, and unfortunately, it was with the lecherous Leon. Despite my reluctance, it was a collaborative project between two departments, and we were to meet with important clients. The day before departure, Johnny clung to me, his arms wrapped around me, reluctant to let go. "Kate, come back soon after you're done. I miss you," he said. Exhausted, I nodded in response, "Go to sleep, I have to catch a flight early tomorrow." With the lights off, I nestled into his arms, thinking hazily: Jo
"Mr. Maverick, do you want everyone to see what you've been doing behind the scenes with our clients?" Before I could utter a word, a clear and resonant voice echoed from behind me. Johnny strode forward, a stack of papers in his hand, which he flung onto the desk in front of Leon. Leon glanced at the papers, his face immediately drained of color. He hastily grabbed the papers, flipping through them with growing horror. The more he read, the paler he became, until he was trembling uncontrollably. "You...you...how did you get these?" he stammered. Johnny tilted his head and smiled. "Did you think you could deceive everyone by acting covertly? I noticed discrepancies in the accounts of some projects a while ago. Upon further investigation, I found that they all linked back to you." "Didn't you know that even deleted files can be recovered, and hidden files can be copied? All it takes is a bit of programming." Johnny continued, "You've been colluding with clients, haven't you? You
My relationship with Johnny quickly became public knowledge within the company. Most of my colleagues were kind enough to offer their congratulations and well wishes.I made a conscious effort to keep my personal life separate from my professional responsibilities, ensuring my emotions never interfered with my work. In fact, I worked harder than ever to maintain a high standard. But one day, after submitting my report, I was asked to stay behind.The general manager's face was clouded with unease, his words far from polite. "Kate," he said, "I acknowledge your abilities, which is why I promoted you to supervisor. But your personal conduct leaves much to be desired. You've disappointed me."I had anticipated this confrontation. Navigating an office romance often comes with professional scrutiny, and I knew management would address it sooner or later.I remained calm as I replied, "Mr. Sanders, I can assure you that my personal life will not interfere with my work. Please trust m
"Kate, are you still feeling unwell?" Johnny gently laid me on the bed in my hotel room, but the moment I lay down, my head spun even more violently. "I feel nauseous..." He quickly scooped me up again and carried me to the bathroom. After a bout of heart-wrenching dry heaving, I had emptied my stomach of everything I had eaten and drunk that night. I was so drained I couldn't stand. Afterwards, Johnny took care of everything - bathing me, changing my clothes, helping me rinse my mouth, and giving me water to drink. Finally, when all was done, he cradled me in his arms and gently patted my back. "Kate, you're tired. Get some sleep." This wasn't the first time I had drunk myself into a stupor since I started working, but it was the first time someone had taken care of me so tenderly. My heart felt soft and mushy. "Johnny." "Hmm?" "Thank you." "Kate," he lowered his head until our foreheads touched, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheek. "Were you angry that I tol
During the daylight hours, my time was consumed by ceaseless work, and when night fell, I found myself entangled in Johnny's affections. The editor had been nudging me for the new draft, but I managed to dodge her inquiries with vague responses. Eventually, she sent me a mischievous emoji, teasing: [Are you in love these days?]I stared at my phone screen for a long time before finally replying: [No, no, just too busy, always on business trips.]Indeed, I was about to embark on a business trip, and unfortunately, it was with the lecherous Leon. Despite my reluctance, it was a collaborative project between two departments, and we were to meet with important clients. The day before departure, Johnny clung to me, his arms wrapped around me, reluctant to let go. "Kate, come back soon after you're done. I miss you," he said. Exhausted, I nodded in response, "Go to sleep, I have to catch a flight early tomorrow." With the lights off, I nestled into his arms, thinking hazily: Jo
As the afternoon work commenced, I felt as if every character on my computer screen had morphed into strawberries, spilling over me in a torrent. It was enough to make my scalp tingle. When the end of the day finally arrived, I was practically the first to bolt from the office. I had to distance myself from Johnny. Stepping outside, I didn't rush home, instead, I leisurely strolled toward my apartment complex. From a distance, I spotted a figure standing tall and upright, irresistibly eye-catching. "Kate," Johnny had seen me. He waved, and I clearly saw a large plastic bag in his hand. Surely, it couldn't be filled with... strawberries? My legs turned to jelly, and I stood there, dumbfounded. "Kate, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Johnny approached, naturally taking my hand. "Which floor do you live on?" "Uh..." I hastily made up an excuse to refuse him, "My place is small and messy, you better not come." "Do you dislike me, Kate?" His head lowered, his eyes
I'm not sure how much time had passed before he finally released me, then cradled my breathless form in his arms, and gently patted my back. I was too exhausted to speak, feeling as though the day's events had taken a toll on me, both physically and emotionally. "Are you tired, Kate?" he asked gently. "You should sleep. We have plenty of time in the future." Plenty of time... The words sent a shiver through me, and my vision darkened as I succumbed to sleep. I woke up to a well-prepared breakfast on the table. "Did you sleep well, Kate?" Johnny asked, a satisfied smile on his face as he sat at the table. I blushed at the memories of the previous night, unable to meet his gaze. After breakfast, I grabbed my bag and hurriedly said, "I'm leaving first," before rushing out the door. "Aren't we dating? Shouldn't we go to work together?" he asked. "No, no, we can't let anyone at the company find out about us, understand?" Johnny blinked his eyes innocently, "Why?" "I'm
The bathroom was a humid haven, the floor still damp from Johnny's recent shower. In this unfamiliar environment, heavy with masculine energy, I slowly disrobed. Although the door was securely locked, I remained vigilant, washing myself while keeping an ear out for any sounds from outside. I was terrified that Johnny might suddenly barge in. Thankfully, my fears were unfounded, and I finished my shower in peace. But then, a new problem arose. My dress was soaked with sweat and unwearable. How was I supposed to leave the bathroom?After much hesitation, I bit my lip and cracked open the bathroom door, calling out in a soft voice, "Johnny, are you there?""What is it?" he responded quickly, causing me to hastily shut the door again in surprise."Um... do you have any clothes I could borrow?" I asked."I've hung some clothes on the hook behind the door. Can you see them?" he replied.I looked towards the door and sure enough, there hung a crisp white shirt, presumably Johnny'
My name is Kate Portman, and I'm a junior supervisor at a company.To save up for a house as soon as possible, I write... well, let's just say, spicy stories online in my spare time.Today is the deadline for my submission, but of course, the entire building decided to lose power. Left with no choice, I sneak back to the office to finish my writing.Fortunately, everyone else had already left for the day.I sat down in my cubicle, opened my laptop, and lost myself in my work. The deeper I got into the writing, the more engrossed I became, especially the last section.The main characters were having a torrid, passionate encounter. I could hardly believe what I was writing—my face turned crimson, and my heart was pounding wildly in my chest.Finally, I typed the last word and let out a breath of relief. I was about to close the laptop when suddenly, a voice from behind read aloud the very words I had just written."They entwined with each other, lost in passion. His strong, muscul