THIS IS NOT A DREAM

SALEM’S POV

“This cannot be happening!”

That was the only thought that flashed through my head as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror.

My face was flushed bright red.

I turned on the tap and splashed water on my face, hoping that I would just wake up and find out that it was all an elaborate dream.

But when I looked back and saw Mr. Atlas Knight sleeping peacefully on the bed, I knew that this was not a dream. I actually had sex with my boss last night.

Atlas Knight was not only the richest man in the entire city, he also happened to be my boss—the strict man who never smiled at anyone or said more than a few words to anyone.

The worst part? He already had a woman in his heart!

“You are so fired, Salem… so fired!” I muttered to myself over and over again like it was a mantra.

I looked at him again, and now that the realization finally dawned on me, frustrated tears stung my eyelids.

I could not lose this job.

I looked at him again… this man, how could he just be sleeping so peacefully when I was currently losing my mind?

How had I managed to get myself into this mess in the first place?

A few hours earlier…

“Good night, Mr. Knight.”

“Hmmm.”

He replied dismissively without so much as looking up from his phone. I pursed my lips. He was probably texting Miss Marylyn

Everyone knew that she was the only one the boss could even stand to tolerate. To him, everyone else was just like dirt stuck beneath his feet.

When I noticed that he was not planning on replying to me anytime soon, I walked into my room and closed the door.

I could finally breathe once I was on my own inside my room.

Mr. Atlas Knight was easily the most handsome man I had ever seen, with grey eyes that seemed to see straight through you. But in the same breath, he was also the scariest man I had ever met.

Everyone in the office knew stories about him. One wrong move would not just get you fired; your entire life was over.

Blacklisted, with no way of ever getting gainful employment again.

So tell me why I thought it was a good idea to get drunk on this fateful night?

Well, my dumb ass thought that I deserved a little pat on the back for the deal we had just closed, so I ordered room service.

A cheeseburger and Don Julio was not even a good combo, but that was what I was craving, apparently.

Once I had finished half of the bottle, everything began to feel tingly, and it felt like I was floating… Suddenly, everything was funny.

I grabbed my phone with the intention of texting—I don don't even know at this point. All I knew was that I scrolled through my contacts, everything seemingly blurry until I landed on one.

His.

Me: Do you wanna have some fun…?

Asshole Boss: ?

I rolled my eyes. Was he serious? I did not have to spell everything out for him, did I?

Me: The weather is too cold to spend alone. Why don’t we make good use of this weather for two…? It will be fun.

I was way too out of it to even know what I was texting right now; otherwise, I would have been mortified by my own actions.

He did not respond anymore.

And I know that normal people would have taken this as a sign to stop there and just go to sleep, hoping that they would still have their job…

But no, I decided that I had to send one more text.

Me: My room number is 77089. If you don’t come before midnight, don’t bother coming anymore.

I sat on my bed and stared at the clock, waiting. Nine o’clock turned to ten, and ten turned to eleven.

By the time it was 11:50, I guessed that he was not coming.

11:55

11:59

“This is so stupid,” I muttered to myself and was fully intent on tucking myself in to sleep when there was a knock on the door.

I climbed down from my bed and went to open it.

Mr. Atlas was standing at my door, dressed only in a black robe. His breath was short, and his eyes were wild.

I gulped and pressed my thighs together.

Did the temperature just rise?

“M-Mr. Atlas, w-what are you doing here?” I stammered.

He kicked the door shut behind him, and before I could blink, he was on me. His hands gripped my hips before his mouth crashed onto mine, hot and demanding, his tongue shoving past my lips like he owned them.

I let my eyes close and my hands wrap around his neck, opening my mouth wider so that his tongue could thoroughly explore it.

He tasted like mint, that black coffee he was addicted to, and something else that felt entirely like… him. I wanted more of him.

When we pulled away, he looked down at me with blazing eyes.

I ran my tongue over my lips, and his eyes followed my movement with such intensity. It felt like he wanted to devour me, and in this moment, I was not even sure I had any complaints.

“S-Sir…”

He crashed his lips down on mine again and lifted me up, carrying me toward the bed without breaking the kiss.

He threw me onto the mattress, and I landed with a bounce before he climbed on top of me.

He peppered kisses up my neck and caught my earlobe between his teeth.

“Don’t you dare regret this.”

I tiptoed into the room, quietly put on all of my clothes, and grabbed my purse. Thankfully, the CEO slept like a log and did not even stir.

I could not still be here when he woke up; otherwise…

I don’t even want to think about it right now. I will deal with the consequences later.

My phone vibrated in my hand.

It was my mother.

I picked up the phone. “Hey, Mum,” I whispered.

She was crying on the other end of the phone, and my face immediately morphed into concern.

“Mum, you are scaring me. What’s wrong?”

“My daughter, you need to come to the hospital right now. There is an emergency!”