Blunt suspicion

May’s POV

I heard that he promised to make that monster pay for whatever he's done and cost me.

The word monster kept ringing in my head; that's all that person was to me.

I haven't found peace in myself ever since that incident; I became a reflection of myself, going to bed thinking about that one moment.

This is the first time I shared the story with someone, and I was not convinced that it would be my boss.

I mean, the foreplay was hot; I was craving him just as much as he was, but when he tried to enter me, I freaked out, tears hanging in the corners of my eyes.

I didn't think I would freak out like that, but I did. Not only that, but I made him worry too much, made him think that he was the problem when he wasn't.

Again, my boss's words hang in my mind. It's the first time someone actually tells me that they would find the monster and kill him apart from my mom.

If I were given the chance, that wolf would definitely be my first murder; I don't mind, I tell myself.

My boss coos me to sleep, cuddling me on the couch until my eyes drift to sleep, tears drying on my cheeks.

….

The next morning, I see myself in my bed. My boss, the whiskey and glass all gone, leaving his smell, woody notes, and something strong that adds to his masculinity.

I step out of bed, stretching. One thing makes me excited: the video call with my mom.

Last night was rough; it started off sensational until I ruined it with my tears and ugly story.

I quickly shower and wear something breezy, a short pink dress and low shoes. I brush my hair and tie it into a neat bun.

Likewise, I head out for breakfast at 10 AM, speaking to Raina. She highlighted the last episodes of our show, although I didn't need it.

All I wanted was to talk to Mom and see my boss.

“Have you seen the boss?” I ask as she shakes her head, sitting beside me while we eat.

“I think he's been locked away in his study all morning and has refused to have breakfast. Don and Tommy had gone out, and it's just us and a bunch of security,” she explains. “What's the matter, dear?” She asks when she notices my pale face.

“Nothing,” I force a smile and continue eating.

“Are you sure? You don't look like it—”

“Raina, I'm fine!” I snap, my tone even. “I should… I don't know… take a small walk around. Thanks for breakfast,” I say to her as she nods.

“Okay, dear, just be careful!” She says and nods and heads away after gulping from the water.

I start walking around, the guards staring at me blankly. I ignored them even if their gazes were overwhelming enough to throw me down.

Not only that, but I head out of the building, walking towards the garden at a slow pace. Suddenly, my mind rolls back to yesterday, the time I had to tell my boss everything.

Somehow, I regret telling him, but then I needed to make him understand. I love things slow and not out of the blue without a process; it scares me.

Now im wondering if the buss would see me as weak, fragile, and helpless. Maybe I've attracted pity to myself, which I hated. Perhaps I've painted a picture of sympathy and brokenness, I debate in my mind while I walk.I stop in my tracks, breathing in the fresh air. The atmosphere is tranquil except for the birds chirping and taking several flights from tree to tree.

Should I speak with the boss? I ask myself, wondering if it's appropriate. Yesterday I noticed how he zoned out when I told him. Did something happen?

Was he a victim or indirectly something? I wondered in silence.

I made a U-turn, scurrying back to the building. Once I'm in, I start walking down the hallway that leads to my boss's study.

When I draw closer to the door, I hear noises. The boss isn't alone; he's with… I strain my ear to hear properly, and I realize that he's with Dom.

“I don't know, just find the goddamn idiot who did it…” I hear my boss yell, hitting the table.

“Boss, what you're asking is impossible. I'm afraid you don't need to know, and it's not your problem…” I hear Dom tell him.

My face squeezes, wondering what they were talking about, but I realize that they have a certain Francisco to deal with, which makes the conversation fair.

“Look, Dom, this is taking a stretch,” the boss pauses and continues. “Something is amiss here; the whole story makes me think again and again…” He stops, and my face squeezes again.

“What do you mean, boss? What is amiss here?” Dom asks, and I can imagine Dom is curious like I am.

“On that day that Alicia's father threatened to end me, where did you get the supplies from?” The boss asks, and I'm asking myself what supplies.

It could be drugs, I tell myself.

Although I want to interrupt or leave, something ties me back to the door, making me lean further.

“The supplies? I… I found the supplies on the way; there was nothing intimate about it,” Dom says, and I can tell that the silence makes everything worse for my boss.

“I wasn't able to sleep last night; I couldn't…” my boss confesses.

He was in my room all night, and why couldn't he sleep? I ask myself again.

A phone rings, and I hear Dom taking it, and suddenly the door opens widely, catching me by surprise. I freeze, my fingers tightening into a fist and my eyes fluttering nervously while their heavy, thick, disappointed gazes land on me.

“What did you hear?”

Was the first thing Dom asks with a very thick scowl as soon as he puts his phone away?. My heart sinks, my thoughts spinning in circles, my words buried within my stomach.

What have I done?