Mag-log inI could barely relax in bed, knowing I had to be up early and perfectly prepared. Before dawn broke, I was already showered, dressed, and staring into the mirror.
Everything was perfect except for one thing—my facial structure betrayed my attempt to pass as a male.
I grabbed my make up kit and quickly did some light touches, highlighting my cheekbones and jaw lines and made my eyes shut thinner. I couldn't outdo nature, so I grabbed my glasses and wore them, at least, that would cover something and make it less visible.
Actually, this is not my first time to cross dress but it's the first time I'm doing this for something as professional as such and I must do my best not to be discovered . It'd be the end of me.
I glanced at my phone and it was past seven. I stood up, observed myself in the mirror for a few seconds and left.
I was already running out of time, so I quickly hailed a cab that took me directly to the Miller Company. I paid the driver and got out of the car.
I've always heard of the Miller's but never have I seen the company in person until now, staring at the gigantic building before me made me shiver.
Even though it wasn't as big as grandpa's, it was enough to make me sweat. This will be my first time working, not as an intention but as a real worker with responsibilities.
I can't waver now, not when I've come this far. If I can walk through my disguise and still be here, then I can face just about anything and come out victorious.
The company was large, and the design was simple but nice. Walked in, unsure of where to go and who to ask for help from. So many employees, some working on their computer and others moving up and down and I couldn't help but wonder if I'm late or if this is how the morning atmosphere has always been.
Then, I overheard a group of ladies chitchatting in a corner saying,
"Seems like the boss's lady is trying to control his life and affairs" One of them said and I furrowed my brows.
"Yes, she even went ahead to pick a PA for him, making sure it was a guy and not a lady," another one added.
"Maybe she's scared a female PA might seduce the boss and threaten her position as the future daughter in-law of the Miller's"
I listened to them talk, my head trying to pick up things. If only what they are saying is true, then, it's possible the boss's fiance did whatever they were talking about cause tell me how I'll apply with all qualifications and a female and be rejected but the moment I change my name and fake my identity, I get accepted without being interviewed?
I was pulled out of my thoughts when a lady walked up to me, blond hair with a soft smile on her lips.
"You must be Brian Carter?"
I nodded," yes!" I was about to tell her I'm the new PA but I could guess from the look on her face, she knew.
"Come with me please"She turned and walked into the elevator. I followed silently.
She acted so normal, so casually and I could only guess my makeup was on point. That means I did well in disguising myself.
The ding sound rang as the elevator door opened. She stepped out into the long corridor and I followed her behind.
She was interrupted by a guy who leaned in and whispered something to her and in the next second, she asked me to wait and went off with him.
"Fair enough" I mumbled to myself, my hand crossed over the next as I held my small office bag, my eyes darting around the corridor.
Wait they said to me... doesn't matter how long I have to wait, all that matters is I get to start my work.
It was silent, everywhere until I heard a sound coming from inside the room that was two steps to my right. It sounded like an argument.
My curiosity hit immediately and in the next minute, I was at the door, leaning closer to get clearly what's been said.
"I am your fiance, Justin, I have the right to do whatever!" A lady snapped and my brows furrowed.
Now, that's boldness there...I thought.
"Yes, anything but not meddling with my professional life...why the hell will you hire me a PA of your choice? Did I tell you I need your help? I could definitely do it myself. "The guys roared.
"Exactly why I didn't let you choose your PA, cause I know it'd definitely be a lady whom you are going to cheat on me with...and I can't risk that, Justin, doing business with Aaron's means having me in your life and you know what? I can't risk fighting with another lady over you, and not with anyone lower in status...so, you better deal with it cause it's done and you are working with the PA I've chosen for you" what followed next were footsteps and before I knew it, the door pulled and I almost fell if I hadn't used my reflex.
Shit! How did I end up here?
I stood there, frozen as I was revealed to the two people who were obviously the boss and his fiance.
She frowned, eyes narrowing at me like I’d just argued with her myself.
And the man? He stood behind his desk, tall and sharp-jawed, eyes blazing but tired—like a man forced to fight battles he never chose.
"And who the fuck are you?" He growled, certainly displeased.
At me? I'm not sure... probably from that hot argument they just had.
I gulped, and squeezed my fingers to keep myself in my senses.
"Bian—Brian Carter" I tensed when I almost told my real identity.
The lady's face immediately changed as recognition dawned on her, "the hired PA?"
I nodded, nervous and scared. Not of her certainty, but of the situation I found myself in.
While the lady's encounter immediately changed to a nice and happy one, the man behind the desks seemed to be suffocating in his anger and misery I guess. His face was funny, I wanted to laugh but I dared not.
"Nice, come with me" she walked out of the room. I lingered a little longer at the door before I hurriedly shut it close and followed her.
She stepped just before we got to the elevator and faced me. I bit my inner lips, scared of not letting myself say anything bad or make any wrong move that would expose me.
"You" she began and I instinctively straightened up, picking up a manly posture.
"I chose you to be my fiance PA not because you are the best there was, many applications were there with good qualifications but I chose you because you were the only male" she paused, and pushed her hair behind with pride clearly visible on her movements.
"I just don't want those low standard ladies lurking around my man...I've heard stories of female PAs trying to seduce their bosses, such a situation, in trying to avoid" she faced me again, "so, that why I pick you cause with you, in certain my man's eyes will always be on me" she sounded so confident.
I couldn't help but laugh in my stomach. I wish she knew that the person she chose isn't actually a male as she presumes but a lady in male disguise.
But what can I say? I feel so proud of myself, to be able to stand here and make all these people believe in who they see without knowing anything.
I smiled, "thanks, Ma"
She scoffed, "don't thank me yet, there's a payback"
I frowned, but not hard enough for her to see. Thanks to the fallen hairs on my face.
"I want you to follow him, everywhere he goes...make sure to tell me if you see him getting close to any lady, I repeat, any lady " she emphasized.
Now I believe those workers, the boss's fiancee, are definitely insecure and scared of the boss who chose someone over her.
But why? She wasn't that bad of a beauty even though I could boldly hit my chest that I am hundred times prettier than her.
"Easy-pissy...all done" I chimed and she nodded.
"Keep your part and I'll make sure you stay longer" she flipped her hair as she turned on her heel and entered the elevator. I watched the elevator close until she was no longer seen.
Whatever this job was supposed to be, it wasn’t going to be simple.
It wasn’t going to be safe.
And God help me... it wasn’t going to be boring.
Our days in the South were nothing short of magical—warm sunsets melting into the horizon, laughter carried on the wind, and moments so perfect I wished they would never end. But life never gives you everything you order. Responsibilities have a way of knocking, and when they do, you can’t pretend not to hear. Work came calling, and neither of us had a choice but to answer.We arrived back past ten in the evening. My body was heavy with travel fatigue, but Justin’s presence had a way of softening the weariness. He tucked me into bed early, insisting I rest, though I argued that I would follow him to the office the next morning.Morning came faster than I expected, as if time itself was eager to rob me of the peace I had found in him. The first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, and before I could cling to sleep, the day demanded my attention.I dressed quickly, determined not to waste a second. By the time I stepped out, Justin was already busy in the kitchen. The aroma hi
We walked through the dark corridors with Justin leading the way, his figure nothing more than a shadow against the endless black. My footsteps echoed faintly as I trailed after him, each step pulling me deeper into the unknown. I didn’t know what he was up to, what secret destination he had in mind, but here I was — following him anyway, like some lovestruck fool caught between his claws, unable to escape even if I wanted to.The silence pressed on my chest, and finally, I broke it. “Are we not there yet?” My voice sounded smaller than I intended, almost swallowed by the darkness.I could barely see anything, the thick shadows wrapping around me, gnawing at my nerves. A part of me hated to admit it, but the darkness scared me.“Why? Are you afraid?” he teased. I couldn’t see his face, but his tone was enough. That familiar edge in his voice told me everything I needed to know — he was enjoying this.“What? No…” I said quickly, trying to sound firm. My denial was shaky at best.That w
Justin told me I had spent almost two weeks in the hospital after that incident at the pool. Two weeks—just gone. The world outside hadn’t stopped spinning for me. By now, I was sure everyone else had slipped back into their steady rhythm of work, obligations, and ordinary responsibilities, weaving their lives back together like threads in a fabric I’d been torn away from.The doctor only agreed to discharge me after he was certain I could walk out without collapsing again. Even then, his warning carried a weight that lodged itself in my chest. Be careful this time. His voice was firm, and his words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. He said I was alive by sheer luck, that the shock my brain endured after the fall could have easily left me in a state far worse than just unconsciousness. The thought made me shiver.We were still in the Southern region of the country, and Justin made no move to take us back. He wasn’t in any rush. His silence about it carried a meaning of its own—he had
Hours slipped past like a single blurred heartbeat. I lay on the bed exactly as Justin had ordered, the sheets cool against my skin, and watched the ceiling until my eyes went tired. He left to see the doctor, the door closing behind him with a soft click that felt far away, like the rest of the world had been pushed out of reach.When the door finally creaked open, it was as if time remembered how to move again. His tall silhouette filled the doorway, and he stepped inside without a word. He didn’t look around the room or at the pale window — his gaze locked on me, sharp and relentless, as if nothing else existed.Those eyes. They cut through me like knives wrapped in ice. For a moment I thought I could read every thought inside him. They were full of anger, but there was something else tangled inside it — a depth that made my stomach twist and left my limbs trembling.Then he moved. Before I could find my voice or plan a plea, his hands were at my throat, cold and implacable. Pressu
The day's activity was up, and everyone was happily getting ready, laughter bouncing across the poolside, the clatter of flip-flops on tiles, and the low hum of conversations blending with the faint scent of chlorine. I lingered in the hallway, hesitant. Swimming had never been something I fancied, but because Justin was partaking, a small stubborn part of me wanted to join in too.Even after what had happened between us in that room, he still ignored me. That sting was sharper than any bruise I carried. I hated it—hated how quickly the warmth we’d shared could dissolve into this cold nothingness, where we existed as strangers who had once been more than just friends, more than just a fleeting connection that left its mark on my skin and my heart.Standing before the mirror, I traced the bruises around my neck. One, a tiny but deep cut near my collarbone, bore the remnants of his nails, digging in with a force that seemed both violent and intimate. It hurt—not as much as I expected, j
I went ahead and poured myself some coffee, the hot liquid steaming up and warming the air as it splashed into the cup. My left hand was already occupied with a plate of toast, its golden crust slightly burnt at the edges, the smell of it mixing with the sharp aroma of roasted beans.Everyone was already seated, clustered in pairs, talking in low tones as they ate. There was laughter here and there, little whispers exchanged, the clink of cutlery filling the silence between them. As much as the room felt alive, the air thick with chatter, I knew I wasn’t welcome. Or rather—my presence wasn’t welcomed. Their eyes slid past me deliberately, pretending I didn’t exist, but I felt their judgment like knives on my back.Then my gaze found the manager. He sat alone at the far end, eating without hurry, shoulders slightly slouched but eyes calm. He wasn’t one for empty stares or cruel whispers. I could deal with his words of advice—sometimes sharp, sometimes softer—but they were far better th







