All Chapters of To Love My Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Marissa's POVThe park was not far from the apartment building. Usually, there would be many children playing, but today, it was empty. It was a school day, so they might have gone to their classes. The sun was hot, but because there were huge trees surrounding the park, it was shaded. The playground was in peace, but I saw a man turning his back while swinging. I furrowed my eyebrows because he was wearing a corporate dress shirt, black slacks, and shoes.What is a working man doing there, sitting on a swing, like a little child? I shook my head and could just ignore him, so I entered the gate of the playground. The benches were not far from the swing. It would happen to be near the man, but I do not have to regard him, right? While walking towards the benches, I pouted my lips when I saw the man licking a pink ice cream on a cone. Ladies and gentlemen, a pink ice cream!Does he not get embarrassed that he is here enjoying his ice cream in a children's playground? And man, he even wa

Marissa's POVI shook my head and went to the kitchen to cook even if it was already nighttime. While walking to the kitchen, I read the message of Diego.From: DiegoGood evening.I furrowed my eyebrows in curiosity. No context, huh? Even though I was confused by his brief greeting, I replied to him.To: DiegoGood evening, Diego.Even now, I still feel foreign in addressing him casually. But of course, I also consider his opinion that it will help us break the walls for us to be comfortable in our new address to each other.From: DiegoWhat are you doing?His reply was even surreal to be read. I shook my head with a smile while slicing the eggplant similar to the sizes of French fries. In the middle of what I was doing, I paused and replied to him.To: DiegoI am going to cook.From: DiegoIn the middle of the night?To: DiegoI overslept because I was so tired from cleaning my apartment. That is why I got hungry.From: DiegoSo you’re busy…My stomach growled again, making me finis

Marissa’s POVI sipped on the coffee Diego made for me as I watched him wear the apron I owned that he got from the kitchen cabinet. The apron has flowery designs, and it was even color pink. It looked weird in him, but do we even have a choice? It is the only one available and how could I possibly expect that he would be here to cook in my apartment?Currently, I am sitting on a stool and leaning my arms with my coffee on the countertop. He was opposite to me, but he was standing while he was slicing the ingredients for the adobo he would cook. I saw how fast he chopped and how well he handled the ingredients and the meat he chopped with gentle care and careful seasoning.“Wow,” I said in astonishment. “Even until now, I still cannot believe that you know how to cook like this. Most rich people do not have interest in things like this because they mostly rely on the work of the household maids.”“Well, for the cleaning part, I would rather make the maids do the work. When I am tired,

Marissa’s POVAfter checking the temperature of the air conditioner in the mini sala and checking if there were still hard particles on the floor so that I could sweep it. Thankfully, everything was in order and perfection. I sat on the sofa again and watched the NBA. Minutes later on, Diego came outside my room so fresh and so manly fragrant it enticed my nostrils. I just stopped myself so it would not appear awkward to him. “I am done,” he announced and sat on the sofa. “Let’s start drinking. These are just beers, so we would not be hard drunk, unlike last night. It will only make our bodies warm and sleepy.”I squinted my eyes at what he said. Make our bodies warm? Hmmm, I like that.I fanned myself with my hand just to escape what I thought. He opened one bottle of beer, pulled two glasses so he could pour them, and gave one to me. He raised his glass to have a toast with me. I imitated him. "For our fucked up life..." he said. I chuckled because of what he toasted. "For our fu

Madeline’s POVAfter he said those sweet words, he placed his warm palm on my cheek and was waiting for his warmth to come. He leaned over, enough for our faces to be near each other. His hot breath was hitting my face, and I was already closing my eyes. His kisses did not come, though.I furrowed my eyebrows furiously because nothing was coming. When I peeked over, he had a smile on his face even though it was dark and only the lamp was the illumination. I chased his lips and was able to graze him, but it was barely.I sat up and kneeled and wrapped his nape so that I could lock him now. He chuckled before he gave up and gave me hungry kisses again like we did a while ago. I was kneeling, while he was still sitting. While we were having a hot and rapid French kiss, his hands were massaging both of my breasts. I moaned between our kisses because it was giving me a tingling feeling.Before I could react to what he is going to do, his hot mouth was already diverted to my right boob, and