Mr. William's Rules

Today is the day I lose my virginity. I’m Lily Stephens — 26 years old, single, and officially done with the idea of love. After everything I’ve been through, I’ve decided: no boyfriends, no emotional attachments, no strings. My ex taught me well — love doesn’t exist. It’s all about selfish interests. While my friends boast about their perfect boyfriends, engagements, pregnancies, or romantic getaways, I sit and smile like everything’s fine. But it isn’t. Not really. I’m tired of listening to their stories about candlelight dinners and passionate nights. Even at work, my colleagues gossip about their favorite sex positions like they’re swapping recipes — and I just sit there, the virgin among wolves. I don’t want love. But I do want sex — just once — and on my own terms. So tonight, I’m stepping out of the shell everyone thinks I live in. Tonight, the goody-two-shoes Lily is going to a bar — for the first time — to make a memory I’ll either cherish or regret. The bar pulsed with

I smiled bitterly and replied, "Yeah, it’s been a long time. How... how are you?" He responded coolly, "I’m fine. So, you work here?" His eyes locked onto mine. Deep and unreadable. I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or if he genuinely didn’t know I had been fired. But knowing William—my ex—it wouldn’t surprise me if he had orchestrated the whole thing and simply didn’t care. A lump formed in my throat. The sight of him after years, coupled with the fact I had just lost my job, was suffocating. I bit my lip hard, determined not to cry in front of him. When I didn’t answer, he asked again, this time in a deeper, almost taunting voice, "So, you work here, right?" My eyes burned with the effort to keep my tears in. "No. I worked here." William didn’t even flinch. He smiled. "Oh? That’s unfortunate for you." His words felt like knives. I realized then—this wasn’t a coincidence. He had fired me. His presence, his control, his malice... it was all calculated. Still trying to keep

8:25 PM – Sunflower Company I stood in front of the door, my mind spinning. I hadn’t eaten anything all day, and my stomach growled loudly in protest. Two thoughts consumed me: Why had he called me so late at night? And would I be able to get home safely after whatever this was? I knocked on the door. Knock, knock! “Come in,” came William’s voice from inside. I entered and found the room exactly as I hadn’t expected — quiet, professional, and… normal. William sat alone, completely absorbed in his work. I approached his desk. “Sir, you called for me?” “Yes,” he said curtly without glancing up. “Bring me a glass of water.” That was it? I turned silently, fetched a glass, and placed it on his desk. “Sir, here it is.” “Hmm,” he acknowledged, still not looking at me. I stood there, waiting for further instruction. Nothing came. Confused and irritated, I finally asked, “Sir, may I know why you called me here?” He didn’t look up. “Your work is done. You may leave.” What? I blin

I had no time to investigate who the traitor was, but this time, I had to stay alert. I needed to finish my regular work quickly so I could start on my project again. It wasn’t easy. After a hectic day, I had to switch gears and dive back into a task I had already completed once. It was time to shut down the laptop. Most of the staff had already packed up and left. The office slowly emptied out until I realized I was the only one left on the floor. “Yeah!” I smiled to myself. Surprisingly, I wasn’t tired. I quickly adjusted my mood and began again. After all, this was my work. I still remembered key data, and several survey papers were intact. It wouldn’t be as hard as starting from scratch. Grunt... My stomach growled, reminding me it had been four hours since I’d last eaten. I glanced at the clock — it was already 10:00 PM. “Should I go out and eat something?” “Or should I just order in?” After a moment of thought, I decided on the first option. My body needed movement as mu

Just after signing the contract, something inside me felt wrong. A deep regret settled in my chest. I shouldn't have signed it. But it was too late. William had already walked out of the room. I slowly sat back on the hospital bed, my mind spinning. I had made this decision in haste. I shouldn't have done that. I looked down at my belly and gently placed a hand over it. I had no idea what kind of future this child—or I—was heading toward. Next morning I woke up slowly, blinking at the sunlight creeping through the blinds. 8:00 AM. I jumped out of bed instinctively but froze midway. Wait... why am I in such a rush? I’m already fired. I smirked bitterly. What else could I do? I freshened up and took a long, hot shower. Half an hour later, as I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I froze. Two people were in my room. They weren’t doctors or nurses. William and Natasha. They stopped talking the moment they noticed me. Their faces were unreadable. I couldn’t gu