"Y-you are just d-drunk," I uttered when he got tired of slapping me. He is just drunk; he doesn't know what he is doing. He is just angry because I slept with a man and broke our promise. He is in pain because of what I did. I find him grabbing his hair and looking out the window painedly. I realize that his anger is coming from a place of hurt and betrayal, and my heart aches for him despite the pain he has caused me. "What did you just say?" He asked with annoyance. "I forgive you," I said. He took a heavy step towards me. "You have nothing to forgive you; I should be the one who will forgive." He pointed a finger at me. "You are nothing but a slutty, whore, and unfaithful girlfriend!" He said and burst out of the room. He left again, and I was left alone. I looked out the window. I saw my reflection. Messy hair, chapped lips, and flushed and wet cheeks. I'm devastated. It never occurred to me that I would end up in this situation. We used to be a happy couple. I should not th
What about my lips? Is it work-related to have this meeting? "Okay, I'm sorry for my attitude these past few days." "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, confused. What do my lips have to do with my job? What should be measured on my lips? Is it super important to have an urgent meeting? "I just can't focus on my work when I see you the other day with your cut in your lips and pimples on your cheeks." He clenched his teeth while saying those words. I still couldn't follow what he was saying. I couldn't get where he was coming from. I was confused and unable to believe what he was saying. How did he see? I did my best not to show my bruise from last night's fight, but it seemed like he noticed anyway. I tried to maintain my composure. "I want to punch him," he said through gritted teeth, his anger palpable. "But I know that won't solve anything." I could see the internal struggle in his eyes as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "I don't know what you're saying. Is this a prank or s
"Hi, babe." I sound anxious when I greet him. "Why did you call me? I am in a freaking meeting with my client." He is pissed. "I just want to check on you," I said. Trying to sound calm despite his irritation. "I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting; I just wanted to ensure everything is okay." "Okay, bye," he said, ending the call. "I love you," I said even after the call ended. I breathed a sigh of relief, even though he made me call. I am happy because he has a client now. I'll go home if he's not angry or drunk later. I continued with my work, but I remembered what Mr. Lee said earlier while napping. Am I too close to my boss? I didn't answer my previous bosses like that. I have respect and principles for the people who are higher than me. "He must be crazy," I said out of nowhere. I shook my head. "He interferes with my life too much," I added. "Who is he to tell me that?" There was an emphasis on my typing on the laptop keyboard. Now, I felt the annoyance of his interfe
I woke up feeling pain in my head and body. I had a strange dream last night. I felt like I had a one-night stand with a stranger. The dream memory lingered in my mind, leaving me unsettled and confused as I tried to shake off the remnants of the dream. The dream's details felt vivid and unsettling, making distinguishing between reality and the dream difficult. I couldn't help but wonder what had triggered such a strange and unsettling dream in my subconscious. Do I remember what happened that night? I am not allowed to absent, even if my body hurts. I got out of bed. I showered and got ready to go in. I left the room and found Drenver cooking in the kitchen. He was wearing an apron. Many dishes are served at the table. I think my true boyfriend is awake today. He saw me walking towards him. "Good morning, Babe!" He said with a smile on his face. I smiled back, grateful for the sense of normalcy after such a strange dream. "Good morning, too, Babe," I replied, relieved he was there.
I stopped typing. I looked at him wide-eyed. He was leaning on the swivel chair, and his legs were crossed. His eyes were deep, and he seemed to await my reaction. What does he mean he misses my being bossy? Did I become bossy in our one-night stand like my dream last night? Or maybe he's just teasing me. I cleared my throat and tried to regain my composure before responding. "I thought you would leave your man yesterday. I'm more handsome than him," he smirked like a dog. I felt a rush of confusion and a hint of flattery at his bold statement, unsure how to respond to his playful arrogance. He is the first person I met who has a bipolar attitude. I can't understand his attitude, but he is my boss, so I need to understand him more. "I'm sorry?" I reacted like usual. "Are you flirting with me, sir?" I also smirk, even though I'm nervous right now. If he brings up the time we had sex, I might go crazy. I'm not ready to hear what I did that night, so I just played on my boss's flirting
It is lunchtime; I ordered online because I forgot to bring my lunch earlier. I am in the elevator, waiting for the number to come down. I can't move or even breathe in this four-corner elevator because I am with the woman who suddenly came to my office. Yes, it is Trence's mom. I had no intention of riding the elevator earlier when I saw that she was the only one on board, but she asked me if I would ride the elevator. I did not say anything; I forced a smile to answer her. I feel like we've been in the elevator for too long. I could feel the cold sweat forming on my forehead as well as in the groins of my body. She broke the silence between us. "You were the girl earlier, right?" she asked behind my back. I faced her as a show of respect. I bowed my head and said, "Yes, ma'am." I politely smile when I raise my head. I could sense her curiosity as she continued to study me. "What is your name?" she inquired, breaking the tension between us. I took a deep breath before responding, "
As we approach my favorite restaurant, I am greeted by a familiar smell. My mouth starts to water at the scent of charcoal and meat filling the air. I can immediately see myself enjoying a satisfying supper, which is always great. I feel completely at home because of the warm ambiance and the conversation among the other diners. I get excited because I know I'm going to love every bite of my favorite meal, and the open cooking area's lively atmosphere is enhanced by the sound of sizzling food off the grill. An unforgettable eating experience is created by the cozy ambiance, which is further enhanced by the rustic decor and soft lighting. The anticipation of the delectable excitement that lies ahead makes me smile as I take my normal seat. I'm always satisfied and looking forward to my next visit because of the harmonious blend of flavors and textures. I feel even more at ease and acquainted because of the kind staff who welcomed me with a smile. This restaurant consistently provides m
"I'm so sorry for earlier," Mr. Lee apologized when he entered my office again. He was about to go home when he suddenly entered my office again. The work is about to finish, and I don't need his apology. He sat in the chair before the desk as if the office belonged to him and his rank was the same as mine. He did not act like a CEO again. "I did not know that she would arrive earlier than I expected, and I also scolded Ms. Cobb; she should not have said I was in your office," he explained. I don't need an explanation. Why would I need one? I did not look at him; I continued doing my work but quickly glanced at him. He looks like a boyfriend who made his girlfriend mad, so he seduces her. "Are you done with your work?" he asked. I did not respond. I maintain my posture and expression. He cleared his throat; I only paid attention to him there. "I need you for my next meeting in Saltlik; it's 6:00 in the evening," he said, returning to his CEO attitude. He is not looking at me, but