All Chapters of THE BOSS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Her beauty was her problem. Always. She got away easily. She gained without effort, received without asking. She was forgiven without having the chance to say sorry. She didn't know what she could not bring down with a smile, what she could not calm by the wink of an eye. She was nature's gift to men, who always found reasons to flock around her, and a reminder of what one can never be to women who envied her. Was she blessed? Yes, but it also trapped her soul. The soul stayed asleep as the beauty had taken all care of—nothing that the soul must do, no struggle to enrich an experience, no battle to win and thus never a sense of achievement. Every time the soul tried to wake up, it was told it was not the time yet, and to go back to sleep. Eventually, she would be washed ashore, pushed to the shallow water before dying on the sand, an ornament to the white beach, a reminder of what once had been. But before it happened, she was saved.

Still four hours until her meeting with Roy that evening. She called her assistant and asked if there was anything for her while she was out. Nothing, the assistant said. And what about the rest of my afternoon, she asked again. Still nothing. She was free for the rest of day except for her meeting with Roy later. It was Friday already. Time flies, she thought. She called Rhonda. It rang until the line went dead. Well, gym it is then. There was a gym near Roy’s building that she was a member of. She turned back and parked at the same building in the same spot next to the elevators. From the gym, she could walk to where she was meeting Roy. Only a few people were trying to keep healthy today. The gym was vast and empty. It was a nice walk toward the cardio section. Her long legs helped her climb onto the bike with little effort. She set it up for twenty minutes. As she pedaled the stationary bike, she recalled the promotion she go

It was a Saturday morning, ten minutes to eight o'clock. She was dressed in a lovely swishy silk skirt, ankle-length black boots, and a floral print Gypsy top which showed off her bare, creamy shoulders. Her iridescent auburn hair cascaded over those shoulders. Nobody was more beautiful than her that morning. As she entered the building, her 5'9 figure swayed temptingly but also gracefully. Smiles greeted her all around. The warm-hearted girl that she was, she returned the greetings with a smile that drew people to her luscious lips. It was still morning, and she had everyone all worked up already. "Let me walk you over to his table, miss Blume," the concierge said as she entered the breakfast room. This was her umpteenth time meeting The Boss at Eggs and Flowers. As she made her way to the table, she was warmly greeted by the staff. She nodded and smiled in reply to the Good morning, miss Blume or to the Hi Gina, how are you doing? from a number of patrons

              "It's going to be fun. C'mon. What's the big deal? Why are you so timid all of a sudden?" Rhonda coaxed Gina; she declined to meet new people that night. Rhonda had turned up at Gina's doorstep unannounced at 9 pm, bringing with her a conviction in her old friend Gina agreeing to an impromptu Saturday night out plan. "We haven't been out for two straight Saturdays. This will be the third if we don't go."              "Are you keeping count? We just went out last Monday and Tuesday, then Thursday, each night a different crowd. Those don't count?" Gina chuckled; her friend's zest for partying amused her. "I’m too tired tonight. Why don't you just crash here? I have two bottles of excellent reds and a good rum from The Philippines. I feel like talking with you, anyway."         

              Last night's party was wild.              She had been heavily intoxicated when somebody brought her home and tucked her in bed. The last she checked the time was 2 a.m. Then she remembered nothing. The daily alarm awakened her at 6 o'clock. Her head was heavy; this was a serious hangover. She sat herself up and noticed that Rhonda was lying next to her, fast asleep. Both were still in their party dresses. Instinctively, she reached inside her dress and found she still had her panties on. There had to be a lot of touching and groping last night, but now she was sure that nothing went beyond that—nothing had penetrated her. Rhonda? She thought the same must have happened with Rhonda, otherwise, she wouldn't be here passing out in her apartment.