Wrong number

"No, no, fuck this, no!" I stood to my feet immediately. How on earth could I have missed it? Something felt odd texting the photos, how on earth did I go to Chad's thread instead of Tom's?I picked my phone up to see what could have caused the misleading. I slapped my forehead when I realized how. Chad had texted me a message that conveyed a reminder to check my e-mail so I could edit the attachment he had sent.This was the end. I knew I had to go check my closet to find my apron so I could get it dry cleaned for pizza city. I was about to toss my phone out of my hands when all of a sudden, something fascinating caught my eyes. The message had been delivered but it had not yet been seen by Chad. He must have put his phone away right after texting me and that meant there was still a chance to stop him from viewing a picture with such content, which could and would cost me my job.It was twenty minutes after midnight but s

I gulped, unable to believe my eyes. Chad had caught me. He stared at me in utter confusion and blinked on repeat as if trying to show himself that he wasn't seeing wrong."What on earth are you doing here?" Just then, he put me down and all of a sudden, I felt super short standing beside him there."I...I..." I stuttered, not knowing the right words to say. He furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously at me."You did not inform me beforehand about your presence, neither did we discuss your coming here so please explain yourself." He folded his strong arms across his chest.I took in his muscular appearance, the one he always hid behind his corporate suit, that my eyes were blessed by. He was wearing a black tank top and a pair of white shorts. He looked so 'not Chad'."Sir, I can explain." I gulped, my heart racing beyond the ordinary as it sat in its cage, waiting to be freed from the bondage o

His guest sat there staring at me. I had never seen the blonde, bearded man before and why they were discussing ridding me of my job baffled me.  My eyes moved to Chad's. A deep frown was etched on his face and I widened my eyes. I knew better than anybody to interrupt a meeting he was having. I tried to formulate an excuse in my head but my mouth would not cooperate with my mind and instead I went down on my knees, "No. Please don't do this to me. I have begged to keep my job so many times but this time, I won't consider the consequences."  Chad's visitor turned to look at Chad in confusion and Chad only buried his face in his palm and shook his head pitifully. "Not only did you barge in and interrupt my discussion, you were also eavesdropping?" He stated, maintaining the position.

"Shit!" I gasped, taking a deep breathe of shock as Chad stood there indifferently, not taking a step. His eyes moved between Tom and I every second, it seemed he was waiting for an explanation.  Tom's penis seemed to have gone in deep shock as well as a smaller version of his previously erected cock now stood, dangling between his thighs. I pulled my skirt down in hurry and scanned the office for my shirt, my hands trembling by my side. Tom pulled his boxers up like lightening after thunder and struggled to keep his pants on his waist as they kept falling without his belt to hold them in place. All the while, I'd hoped Chad would turn to look away or leave the room in anger. I had no idea what it was, the shock from my action or curiosity, but h

NikkiI was too exhausted to go to work but I owed it to living my life that way everyday. I stood up from bed and walked to the mirror to check my forehead out. Luckily, the size of the wound had calmed a bit and I admittedly felt a lot better.I wondered how Chad would react to my presence at work or if he would even talk to me. I knew if he kept up with things in that manner, it would only be a matter of time before he sent me packing."Hey! So unfair!" I yelled at the television where a young secretary got to kiss her boss in a movie. "Life is a bitch." I rolled my eyes, putting more butter on my bread.In no time, I was out and ready to live the life I had been forced to live.*My office was empty, as expected. It was not the kind of empty I had imagined to see; where my books were scattered on the floor and everything I owned had been taken away from me. Instead, ev