All Chapters of For The Rest Of Our Lives: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Althea arrived at work and dove headfirst into her tasks, tackling her responsibilities with dedication and zeal. Her day was filled with back-to-back meetings, and one might assume she was the secretary to her boss, Mr. Amos, given her workload. However, that wasn't the case. The truth was that Mr. Amos trusted Althea implicitly due to her exceptional diligence, precision, and intuition. He relied on her to handle tasks that would typically fall to his secretary, and she never complained, always delivering high-quality results. As the month drew to a close, the workload intensified, with numerous reports, calculations, and analyses to complete. Mr. Amos entrusted Althea with overseeing the accuracy and alignment of all departmental reports, a responsibility that wasn't initially hers but was given to her due to her exceptional capabilities. While more work meant more pay, Althea wouldn't be shouldering the burden alone; she would have the support of select HR employees to ensure t

Althea nearly choked on her drink, prompting her coworkers to rush to her aid. "Take it easy, okay?" Milan, who was seated by her side, said, gently rubbing her back. As Althea coughed uncontrollably, attracting attention from everyone around them, Aura and Katarina stepped in to reassure everyone that she was alright. Katarina offered Althea her glass of water, and after a few sips, Althea's breathing began to stabilize. "Are you feeling better now?" Aura asked with concern. "Yeah," Althea managed to respond between breaths. "Are you sure?" Katarina pressed. "I am," Althea replied, her panting breath slowing down. "What happened? Why did you choke on your drink?" Milan inquired, worried. "Nothing," Althea lied. "Come on, we're all in this together. We told you our secrets, so you should do the same and not lie to us," Milan urged. "Well, technically, it's not your secret but the boss's," Althea pointed out. "But we shared it with you, so it still counts," Aura argued. "Fi

Adam's gaze was icy as he entered the room, his eyes fixed on Althea. "I apologize if I interrupted something intimate between you two," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Althea felt a pang of hurt, wondering why Adam would assume something intimate was happening between her and her boss. What did he think of her? "Intimate? Don't be ridiculous, Adam. We were just having a conversation," Amos replied, unaware of the underlying tension. Adam's smile was malicious as he took his seat, his eyes locked intensely on Althea. "A conversation, huh? It sounded kind of funny." he said, his gaze roaming over her body before resting on her eyes. Althea's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't understand why she felt nervous under his scrutiny Amos gestured towards Althea, "It really was. Althea is a jokester, Adam." But Adam's raised brow and curt smile only made Althea more uncomfortable. With a professional tone, Althea spoke up, "I'll leave you two to discuss. I assume you have

Althea retired to her bedroom, still reeling from her conversation with Hilda. Despite Adam's hurtful words, she refused to let them dampen her spirits. After a refreshing shower and settling into bed, she reflected on Adam's words and her heart raced with excitement. She reached for her phone, hesitating for a moment before deciding to call Timothy the next day. “Tomorrow. He might be exhausted. I'll call him tomorrow.” she said her hand hovering over Timothy's phone number. The next morning, Althea woke up feeling revitalized. She hummed a tune as she got ready, her beauty radiating in a stunning red gown. With a deep breath, she dialed Timothy's number as she sat on her bed, not hesitant like yesterday, her heart skipping a beat as she waited for him to answer. After two rings, Timothy finally picked up. "Timothy?" Althea called softly, her voice trembling with emotion, after a moment of silence had reigned. Althea waited with bated breath to hear a response from him. "I p

Althea retreated to her room, her body coursing with longing for Adam's touch. She yearned for him inside her. Unable to calm her thoughts, she paced back and forth, her mind replaying the intense moments they shared in the dining room. She scolded herself, "Forget him, Althea! Move on!" But her desire only intensified. She couldn't shake off the memories of his touch, his kisses, and his piercing gaze. She took a seat at the edge of her bed, shaking one of her legs as she placed her thumb on her teeth. “I can't forget about him, tea!” She said to herself in frustration as she stood up. “I want him. I want him inside of him. I want to feel his touch on my skin. How can I possibly forget about him after all that happened in there?!” She asked herself rhetorically, running her hands through her hair. A knock at the door made her heart race, and she froze, assuming it was Adam on the other side. Her reluctance to answer revealed the depth of her craving for him. She was afraid of