Officially Yours, Sir!

CELESTE

“Tomorrow morning, bring me one sex doll with a perfectly round butt!”

I stared at my phone screen with wide eyes. I could hardly believe what I just read.

A short message from a number saved as L.W.V.

That was my boss’s number.

What a weird boss!

Where am I supposed to buy sex doll with a round butt?

Stuff like that is not sold in regular stores.

Damn, why are billionaires always asking for weird things?!

I cursed under my breath, almost shouting it out loud in the quiet apartment hallway.

It was only my first official day as an intern secretary at Walkez Tower, my first day going home from work, and my boss already gave me a task to buy something perverted.

I let out a long sigh and roughly shoved my phone into my sling bag.

Whatever.

At least tonight I still had a reason to be happy.

Today was my third anniversary with my fiancé—Leon.

I had planned everything. I would show up unannounced at the apartment we bought together, bring his favorite chocolate cake, and give him a sweet surprise before we fell into each other’s arms.

That crazy sex doll could wait. I would think about it later, after celebrating our anniversary.

I planned to ask my fiancé help me find the doll. Who knows…maybe he had connections who could help.

Because all this time, he always had a solution for every problem I had. He really was the best!

Plus, my fiancé had admired my boss for a long time. He always said that L.W.V, also known as Lazarrus, was a cool and very rich billionaire.

Leon hoped one day he could become like my boss. If I asked him to help find the thing my boss wanted, Leon definitely wouldn’t say no.

I walked toward the apartment lobby with a light heart. The building still looked the same as a week ago, when I decided to temporarily move to a small rented room near my new office.

I pressed the elevator button with a small smile, imagining Leon’s face when he opened the door later. He would be shocked, then laugh, then hug me so tight I couldn’t breathe.

Three years is not a short time. We had been through so much together—tiring college years, unpaid internships, saving little by little for the down payment on this apartment, and the promise that one day we would get married on the beach when everything was stable.

Tonight I wanted to remind him that we were still on the same path and would get married in just a few months.

The elevator stopped at the seventeenth floor. I stepped out. My low heels clicked on the marble floor. In front of door 17B, I took a deep breath, took the cake box out of the brown paper bag, and put on my best smile. There was no doorbell.

I knocked three times softly, our old secret code. No answer.

I frowned and knocked again, harder this time. Still nothing.

Maybe he was in the shower?

Or asleep?

Or maybe he forgot what day it was?

I took out my phone to text him, but before I could type, I heard sounds from inside—A woman’s laughter.

Then Leon’s hoarse, passionate voice, the one he only ever used with me.

“Baby… slower… the neighbors will hear…”

“Fuck me hard!” a woman shouted.

My heart stopped. I pressed my ear to the door, hoping I heard wrong.

The door was slightly open because it wasn’t locked properly. I pushed it gently, and it really wasn’t locked.

So I walked right in.

In the bedroom, I clearly saw Leon naked, hugging a blonde woman who was only wearing his white shirt—the shirt I gave him last year.

Oops!

It wasn’t just one woman. There were two!

A dark-brown-haired woman was kneeling on the bed, completely naked except for torn black stockings on her thighs. She was bent over, slowly licking Leon’s stomach, while Leon’s other hand roughly squeezed her breast.

“How disgusting!!!” I said out loud.

They heard me and all turned to look at me at the same time.

“You cheated on me, Leon? You did this behind my back? You’re so disgusting!”

Leon almost jumped off the bed. The blanket fell, showing his naked sweaty body. His eyes were wide, his mouth open, but no sound came out.

The blonde woman wearing his shirt frowned and raised an eyebrow at Leon.

“Leon, you have another girlfriend besides the two of us?”

I felt like I had been slapped.

“What do you mean ‘besides the two of us’?” My voice was hoarse, barely audible.

“We’re polyamorous relationship, Sweetie. More partners in one relationship, everyone knows and agrees. But it looks like Leon forgot to tell us he still had… you?” she said.

What the fuck?!

I seriously had no idea about this.

The woman in black stockings rubbed Leon’s open thigh and said, “Actually, I already knew.”

“You’re Celeste, right?” she continued.

“Yes, I am.”

“Last night Leon said Celeste’s pussy doesn’t turn him on anymore. So he was just waiting for the right moment to break up. Looks like the moment is now, huh?”

Damn!

I stared at Leon. “Today is our third anniversary, Leon! We’re getting married in three months! You… you’re so cruel!”

Leon said nothing. His eyes looked sad, but he let the blonde woman keep touching his chest.

“Leon is super drunk right now,” the blonde said with a sweet smile.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Tears poured down my face. “I hate you! It’s over! Forever!”

I threw the cake box at them. His favorite chocolate cake smashed all over the floor. Then I turned and ran. I slammed the door so hard the elevator shook.

In the hallway, I cried loudly while pressing the elevator button over and over. I was truly sad at that time, and I could strongly feel depression starting to creep in.

How could I not be? After three years in a relationship, I had no idea that my fiancé had a tendency to want more than one girlfriend. And at that time, he was sleeping with two women at the same time.

Like, honestly, it was the biggest betrayal of my life!

So, I went to the 24-hour store and bought two bottles of alcohol. I took them back to my rented room. I drank until I was totally drunk and the world was spinning.

I cursed Leon’s name again and again.

“Leon, you bastard… jerk… liar…!”

Because I was drunk and very angry, my hand slipped into my own underwear. I started masturbating myself. I recorded a video while crying, cursing, and my fingers moving wildly.

Because he said my pussy didn’t make him turn anymore, so at the end of the video I looked at the camera with red eyes and a rough voice—“This is what you’ll never touch again, asshole!”

I opened my contacts, scrolled to the letter L…

Leon.

I hit send without thinking twice.

***

The next morning, exactly 7 a.m.

My head felt like it was being hit by a giant hammer. My mouth was dry. It smelled like alcohol and regret.

I glanced at the clock. “OH GOD! I’M LATE!”

I’m supposed to be at the office right now!

I got up and almost fell.

My phone turned on again after charging all night. A notification appeared. One new message.

I only read it from the lock screen.

From: L.W.V:

“Come to my office, Little Doe.”