I knew on cue this was going to happen. I covered my ears as May screamed on the other end of the line. “Bitch if you don’t shut the fuck up!”I snapped above her scream. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck! Sidney. I’m totally so sorry!” She repeated. And totally not sounding sorry at all.“Now please for Christ-sake, give me the details. I just want details.“Oh hell no, May there’s no way on earth I'm about to explain how I kissed My boss to you” I felt my neck heating up at the memory. “Why?” She asked with her brow twitched. “Why not? It’s weird” I said“Weird!?” May asked, repeating my words. “And embarrassing.” “Aren’t you weird enough by having your hungry mouth all over your Miss Diaz, oh and why wasn’t it embarrassing then, huh?” It seemed like there’s no way I’m getting out of this, I will either come up with a good excuse to end this call or go about telling May about my eccentric behavior with my boss.I can’t believe I’m here debating on what to do with my best friend

The bald-headed man presenting in front of us could have been speaking a complete different language for all I knew.Nothing he was saying was clear to me . I couldn’t focus on anything besides the feel of Miss Diaz hands on my thighs. It was a typical workday, and I was seated with Miss Diaz in a meeting room. We were seated in one of the long desk in the room as usual, I had my iPad out in front of me, but aside the date which was automated, the page is empty. Everyone in the room seemed to be focused on what was being said, oblivious to the sexual torture that was occurring under their noses.Miss Diaz suddenly leaned back in her seat, giving her better access to my thighs. My skirt had risen up and an ample amount of skin was in full display. She took advantage of this, leaving me struggling to regulate my breathing, with the flash memory of the things we did. She continued tracing pattern all over my thighs. A different man had come up now, he was wearing round neck shirt

Nothing have ever been the same, since I left Miss Diaz office this morning, or rather since I broke her heart as well as mine. Not like I’m expecting her to say anything to me or act indifferent. But this silence is killing me, her method of grieving is a torture to me.It’s been 9 hours and no she haven’t called on me or requests anything not even my assistance in anything. What’s the point of working as her “PA.”I know you’re reading this and saying that I sound very crazy. Well I can’t argue that cause I’m not even making any sense to my own self. What exactly do I expect her to do. I can’t even call my best friend. I can’t talk to anyone without getting them into some sort of trouble. “Woah, that’s a lot going on up there” the long hair guy said, I looked up from my computer to meet Harry’s face an inch away from mine, I stretched out my hands same time restricting the urge of punching his face, not that he did anything wrong but I can’t quite help the drive of punching s

I gaze at my phone screen, to see the 6 miss calls from my best friend. May and I haven’t been in touch for a while, well, let’s say since I fucked up the one time chance I had on love. Oh, and since I started working all day, from 7am to 7pm, sometimes it extends to 8, since I’m tasked with delivering the files to Miss Diaz house after the tedious working process . Her method of revenge is quite dreadful. It’s been a week and two days since I last saw her, Each night I ring the door bell with expectation of seeing a glimpse of her face, I left with disposal of such thoughts and cursing myself for conceiving the idea at the first place.I know it’s said, out of sight is out of mind, but honestly it’s working the other way round for me, each day I came here I leave with my heart shattered Into different tiny piece, each night of the past week I cried my self to sleep and drown in my own tears. None of my calls were responded too, nor my emails and texts replied. I’m floati

“How are you feeling, do you think you want to see him?” Miss Diaz asked with her eyes boring into mine. I had masked all my fears and panic when May called, I had hidden everything I was feeling because I never want her to think I’m not okay. But with Miss Diaz, everything is different. She could clearly see the fright in my eyes.What could my father possible want from me now, the past few years I’ve been fatherless, and I’ve struggled to survive everyday with that in mind as a reminder. I clearly remembered the look in his face the very day my mother drove me out of the house, I remember the look in his face as he stood by the corner and did nothing rather than watch my mother throw out my bags and clothes on the street, asking me to leave her house and proclaiming how dead I am to her. My father stood and did nothing. How could I possibly forgive this betrayal? My heart began to race up again with the thought of seeing him. Our flight was delayed 30minutes before they fi