All Chapters of When She is a He: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The dinner was going badly for Christopher, but unexpectedly, it went well. The CEO, Mr. Carson, agreed to deliver his new advertisement campaign to Christopher's company. At least he accepted seeing the proposals at a meeting at Dreams Came True that would take place two months before Christmas.When dinner ended and Steve Carson took his leave, Christopher didn't like how the man grabbed his PA's hand and smeared it with a kiss. The look his PA sent Christopher's PA was also very suspicious. He had found it strange that he had gone to the washroom right after Saphira. The problem was that he knew how they operated and wouldn't rest easy without leaving his PA at home.After paying the bill and leaving the restaurant, they watched the two men leave.- See you Monday, Mr. Christopher. – Saphira says, interrupting her boss's thoughts.- Wait, Saphira, I'll take you home.- It's not necessary, sir; I already called an Uber. – she says as the car stops.- In that case, good night and hap

The mysterious smile on the face of her boss made Saphira shudder.- Sir, what are you thinking about right now?- Something that will benefit the company and Saphira. – replies the CEO.- What kind of thing, sir?- I am sending Carson a copy of the film with two contracts. One favorable contract for the company since Saphira risked her honor for the contract, and another in which he pays you a million dollars for your silence. The contract guarantees that you will not take any criminal action against him. I think from what he will see in the film and the witnesses from the bar... he can easily see that he is screwed.- Sir, it is not necessary to do that.-Of course, it is. Either you file a case against him with the police and get justice, or you receive well-deserved compensation. Besides, you need that money. I can no longer afford the wardrobe my perfect PA deserves. And you have a house to furnish and maybe a car to buy or save up to buy a house in a few years.Saphira tilts her

At 5 pm, the decorator appeared at the company and asked to speak to Saphira. She brought the keys to the apartment and several photos of the final result. Tears filled Saphira's eyes.The house looked beautiful in the photos; there was even a lounge chair and a hammock on her balcony. Plants of different colors and species brightened the space, inside and outside the house, and cheerful pictures were on the walls.- Everything seems so perfect. It's hard for me to believe it's my home.- I'm glad you liked it. You know, it wasn't an easy job in the few hours I was given. Normally, perfect decoration takes weeks.- But everything is perfect. You understood my taste perfectly.- By the way, a cleaning team left everything clean and ready to use. Like the rest of the house, the kitchen was cleaned from top to bottom. The bed has new linen. New towels and dishes, cutlery, glasses, and pans. Even some fruits were left. Now, all that remains is for Saphira to take her things there and pass

Once home, Christopher leaves the cake in the kitchen, takes off his coat, undresses, and go take a shower. He needed to hook up with some girl and have sex. That's what he needed. To stop thinking nonsense. But the nonsense, as he called it, made his cock hard, even under the cold water he let fall on his body.He went to the kitchen, heated up the food in the fridge, and ate it. But his head was always taking him to the same place: to the beautiful woman he saw almost naked, facing away. To her perfect face, to her delicate curves… No, he had to stop imagining those things. She was his employee, for God's sake.He washes the dishes and leaves them to drain, tidies up the kitchen, and then looks at the cake. He cuts a slice and puts the rest in the fridge. He fills a glass with fresh water and goes to sit in the living room. He puts down his glass and plate, opens his suitcase to take out the documents he wants to read, but places them beside him. He turns on the television, picks up

Christopher sat in silence the rest of the way.Saphira wanted to cry but swallowed her tears and pretended to read a magazine.At 8 pm, New York time, the hostess serves dinner. Both eat in their seats in silence.They had already been closed for 6 hours and still had more than 5 hours to go. The worst part was that they would arrive at 1:30 a.m., but in Howai, it would only be 7 p.m.Saphira wasn't hungry, and the hostess thought she didn't like the food.- Miss, do you want me to find something else for you to eat?- No, thank you. I'm not hungry. If you can get me a latte, I would appreciate it.- Of course. – the hostess says, smiling and removing the practically untouched plate.Christopher watched. He had eaten. He wasn't hungry, but he forced himself to eat.- And you, sir, want anything else?- One coffee.- An American as always, sir? – the woman asks, with a seductive look.- Yes, darling, please.Saphira looked at the two. It was clear that the woman had already slept with