My Buttoned-Up Boss Wants To Be My Puppy

Now that I thought about it, Victor being K wasn't that far-fetched.

I'd met K in the most ridiculous way possible.

Six months ago, Victor had been brought in to run the New York head office as the new CEO.

He was a perfectionist and a workaholic.

His high-pressure management made every day miserable. I ended up hiding in a bathroom stall to cry almost every day.

To vent, I downloaded a dating app that matched people anonymously by voice.

One day, I sat there with my headphones on, crying and ranting about my emotionless robot of a boss.

That was when I matched with K.

His profile picture showed a perfect set of abs. His bio simply read, "Yes, they're mine." I added him out of curiosity.

Unlike the other guys on the app, K didn't ask for photos or hit me with creepy pickup lines.

He simply listened in silence while I ranted for half an hour.

Then his deep voice came through my headphones: "Baby, don't cry. Don't ruin your health over some workaholic jerk who doesn't know how to treat people."

The way he called me "Baby" in that low, husky voice went straight to my heart.

After that, we started dating online.

He became my only comfort at night after Victor spent all day tearing me apart.

We got along surprisingly well. Mostly because K would do almost anything I asked.

With a screen safely between us, I got bolder. I made him call me "master" and send me photos that left me blushing.

He always acted shy, but he never refused.

Who would've thought my obedient boy toy was Victor?

At work, he could look me straight in the face and tell me my work was so useless I might as well have done nothing.

Then at night, he'd message me all sorts of flirtatious things.

The same man was behind both.

Victor, you pervert!