"Brother, it's raining heavily here. Is it raining a lot there too?" I sent this flirty message to my sister, but accidentally sent it to my boss instead! And he has a girlfriend. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late to unsend it. I'm dead; at this moment, I want to dig a hole and bury myself, because I'm about to be labeled a bitch and a homewrecker! I'll regret this so much that I want to cry when I get fired! To avoid being fired and to save at least a little bit of face, I decisively removed my boss from my friend list and blacklisted him.
"Sweetie brother, it's raining cats and dogs here. How about there? Is it as 'heavy' as here?" Is it the same over there for you?"
I was supposed to send these flirty words to my bestie, but by accident, I sent them to my young boss who's on the top of my chat list! And he has a girlfriend.
By the time I realized, it was too late to retract it.
I'm so dead. At this moment, I just want to dig a hole and bury myself, because I'm going to be bitch and a mistress for sure! I'm about to be fired and I'm so filled with regret that I feel like crying my eyes out!
To keep my job and save a bit of my image, I just straightforwardly deleted the young boss from my friend list and blacklisted him without any hesitation.
1
I wrote a resignation letter throughout the night. The next day, I rushed straight to the office to submit it to the young boss.
The young boss stared at me and asked in a low, sultry voice, "Do you think I'm not well-endowed enough ?"
Recalling the flirty words from last night, I blushed instantly and feigned ignorance, "Boss, you're surely older than me in age, right?"
How would I know if he's big or not? I've never seen it, but I couldn't say he was small either.
The young boss asked in a low, suggestive voice once more, "So, you still despise me for not being thick enough, huh?"
The young boss really left me at a loss. I had already covered up those flirty words, yet he came up with another one.
How on earth was I supposed to reply to that?
For the sake of my salary, I could only force a laugh and say, "Thick. Boss, you're huge and thick. After all, you're wealthy and powerful."
If he didn't have a girlfriend, I would also be very eager to find out whether he was well - endowed in every sense.
But I'm a person with strong principles. I will never be a mistress under any circumstances.
The young boss was pretty content with my response. However, he still didn't approve of my resignation, and I was sent away casually.
After work, I vented to my colleague and friend, Miranda, "I never expected the aloof young boss to be such a jerk, flirting with me despite having a girlfriend!"
I had a crush on a jerk! A ladies' man!
Miranda looked at me curiously, "The boss has a girlfriend? Really? I haven't heard of that!"
I was even more puzzled, so I opened the young boss's Facebook and showed it to Miranda.
Every post was a sweet good morning and good night message, constantly reminding me that he had a girlfriend.
Miranda gave me an even stranger look, then opened the young boss's Facebook to show me.
What she saw was just one post: "From now on, only my girlfriend can see my social media."
It's me???
I couldn't believe it, so I asked more colleagues to check the young boss's Facebook, and they all saw the same thing as Miranda.
So the young boss's Facebook was only visible to his girlfriend?
Under Miranda's examining stare, I smiled awkwardly and said, "The boss is not only lacking in that aspect but also really mean and sneaky."
Just as I uttered those words, the young boss's frigid voice emerged from behind me, " You think I'm inadequate?"
I was dragged away by the young boss, who was emanating a murderous aura. Because he was determined to prove that he was well - endowed, and I had to put up with it no matter what!
3
The young boss took me to his home and locked me in his room until it was dark, and he didn't even give me food!
I was starving!
When the young boss finally showed up in front of me, there was a fierce and hungry glint in my eyes, and I was on the verge of pouncing on him and devouring him!
The young boss stood before me, hands in his pockets, looking down at me. "Where do you think I'm inadequate?"
I was sitting on the bed, and with him standing in front of me, I had to look up at him.
As I looked up, given the young boss's height, my gaze landed right on his crotch!
Oh my, what a sight!
I had never noticed how well-built he was under those suit pants!
My face blushed deeply. "I mean you're young in age. Young in age."
The young boss was indeed young, just a cute man, making me want to cuddle him!
His expression softened, and he reached out his hand, "Give me your phone."
I was afraid that he would say something inappropriate about his "size" again and ask me to put up with it. So I quickly unlocked my phone and gave it to him. When I looked up... Again, I noticed his crotch!
Ah, the young boss wasn't inadequate at all, quite the opposite!
He suddenly read aloud, "How would I know if the young boss is well - endowed or not? I've never seen it!"
Me???
That was my chat with Miranda!
"I'm so starving that I feel like pouncing on the young boss and gobbling him up without leaving a single trace!"
There were more cheeky chat records above, and I couldn't let the young boss read them, so I immediately tried to snatch the phone, "Boss, give it back!"
The young boss, taking advantage of his height, dodged and continued reading my chat records.
All sorts of cheeky chat records made me want to dig a giant pit and bury myself in shame.
In the struggle for the phone, somehow, I ended up being pinned on the bed by the young boss.
Our eyes met, and when our lips touched, it felt like the world was exploding with hormones, stirring restlessly.
After all, I had secretly liked him for a long time.
In the end, it really hurt, and I couldn't hold back! The young boss was too forceful!
4
After that day, everyone in the company got to know that the young boss had a crush on me, and his Facebook became only visible to me.
That day, of course, I didn't get to experience whether the young boss was well-endowed or not, as we weren't in a relationship yet, and things couldn't progress that quickly!
It's not like we were going to be fuck buddies, having the experience and then just zipping up then leaving.
That day was painful because he forcefully tapped my hand, making me remove him from the blacklist and change his contact name to "Big Boss!"
Despite the young boss's aggressive pursuit, I didn't accept him.
Although I had secretly liked him for a long time, we were not on the same level.
We were destined not to have a good outcome!
My relationship with the young boss took a turn because of an unexpected event.
5
I ran into my ex-boyfriend.
When Miranda got promoted, and we were celebrating with a big meal, I bumped into my ex-boyfriend while everyone was having a good time.
It was such a dramatic coincidence. Back when we broke up, I deliberately wandered around his place dozens of times without seeing him.
And now, he appeared out of nowhere!
My ex-boyfriend asked me to meet him for a private chat, so I went. I grabbed something from the private room on my way out.
He asked, "I heard you've been telling people I'm dead?"
I hid my hands behind my back. "I also heard you've been telling people I cheated on you?"
Actually, the way I broke up with my ex - boyfriend was rather cliché. Essentially, he had fallen in love with someone else but didn't have the guts to break up with me, so he resorted to giving me the cold shoulder. Eventually, I decided to end the relationship.
It should have been an amicable split, but this jerk claimed that because I wouldn't sex with him, I didn't love him enough.
At the time, I had strong principles and was utterly baffled.
Does having sex with you mean I love you? What kind of twisted logic is that?
If you're just after my body, be honest. We're adults; there's no need to disguise it as love to get laid.
Not sleeping with you means I don't love you? I really wanted to punch him!
Ex-boyfriend: "I heard you've been single all these years because you still love me and are waiting for me?"
I'm in awe of the narcissistic level of that scumbag.
Me: "I heard you've been with countless women over the years. Are you working as a gigolo?"
That was the end of our conversation. Mainly because he didn't dare to continue, seeing as I was holding a bottle that could easily crack his skull open.
After our talk, I turned around and saw my boss standing behind me. I had no idea how long he'd been there.
I didn't dare look at him, feeling like I'd been caught red-handed, guilty as charged.
Back in the private room, my boss sat next to me. "Your ex-boyfriend?"
I took a sip of my drink and nodded.
Boss: "He's quite handsome."
Eager to please, I took another sip. "You're the most handsome, he's hideous!"
His voice turned a bit cold. "Your ex is quite well-endowed, isn't he?"
My first reaction: "Not as impressive as you, not as impressive as you."
He seemed even colder, so I quickly corrected myself: "Bigger than you, bigger than you."
He fell silent, his incredibly handsome face looking as if I owed him a lifetime of romantic debts.
I felt awkward and kept drinking, one sip after another, until my face was burning hot and probably very red.
I don't hold my liquor well, and soon I couldn't remember anything.
In my drunken haze, I somehow managed to drag my boss home, pin him to the bed, and started kissing him. ...
6
Not only did I kiss him, but I also tried to undress him. I got his suit jacket off and started on his shirt buttons, but they were tricky, and I couldn't get them undone.
Frustrated, I bit down like a little beast, only to bite too hard and swallow a button, choking on it.
"Cough, cough."
I started coughing violently.
My boss, exasperated, flipped me over onto his lap. I could still feel his... well, my face was burning with embarrassment.
He patted my back with a clenched fist, dislodging the button from my throat.
He patted my head like I was a pet dog. "I'm right here, not going anywhere. No need to be so hasty."
I lay across his lap, watching the button I spat out roll across the floor.
Even in my drunken state, I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself again.
Who else would choke on a button in a moment of passion?
I was extremely embarrassed
and my image was completely ruined.
He patted my backside. "Are you going to get up, or are you planning to bite something else?"
I jumped up as if electrocuted, accidentally bumping the back of my head against his, hearing him yelp in pain.
"Dorothy, do you want to have sex with me or kill me?"
I stood in front of him like a guilty child, watching him clutch his chin as if I'd knocked out a couple of his teeth.
I lowered my head. "So, can you still continue?"
Of course, I wanted to have sex with him. After all the emotional turmoil, I just wanted to be reckless for once
Hardly had I finished speaking when, in the next second, I was yanked over by the young boss. This time, he pinned me under him. "Dorothy, don't ever question a man's prowess, or you'll be in for a world of hurt."
I looked up at him. His face was truly handsome, his collar slightly open, perfectly tempting.
Those beautiful eyes reflected my image, making it seem like I was the only one in his world.
The temptation grew stronger. At that moment, I wanted to break through the restraint in his gaze, to see him lose control for me, sweat for me, go crazy for me.
I hooked my arms around the young boss's neck, tilted my head slightly and got close to his lips, asking him, "Boss, how 'grown' are you?"
He clearly couldn't take it anymore, his voice hoarse. "You'll find out if you try."
Me???
Actually, I was asking about your age, to see if you're of legal age. If I have sex with you, do I need to take responsibility?
But he was being domineering, not letting me ask. He kissed me, leaving no part untouched...
I followed my heart. I wanted to have sex with him.
So, when he asked if I was sure, I didn't answer with words. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him.
I wasn't really drunk, just wanted to use the alcohol as an excuse to be wild for once.
He kept asking, "Dorothy, do you know who I am? Are you sure you want to be with me?"
I got annoyed and lightly slapped his face. "Brenton, are you a man or not? Stop complaining. Maybe I won't have with you after all."
Oh, Brenton is his name. I kept calling him "boss" and almost forgot his name.
After slapping him, I pushed him away and tried to crawl away.
But he pulled me back, showing me with actions whether he was a man or not.
Chapter 1 The boss is a scheming cute man.
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Chapter 2 Secret
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