"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 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

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

As we reached the outside of the building, I saw a familiar car park in front. The valet gave the key to Mr. Lee. He opened his car and sat in the driver's seat. I entered the car and sat in the back seat. A few minutes ago, we were still staying. I looked at the front in wonder. I saw an eyebrow arched in the mirror, and that's when I realized I should be in the passenger seat. I made Mr. Lee look like my driver. I quickly got out of the car and moved to the passenger seat. I put on the seatbelt. I couldn't look at the car next to me, so I just chose to look out the window. I just noticed the reflection of my face because I ignore the shape of my face when I'm at work. My hair is a mess, and my lipstick has worn off. The foundation I put on my face is also disappearing. The bruise on my cheek is still healing. It's not noticeable anymore, but if you look closely at my cheek, you will still notice it. "You can retouch your makeup here," Mr. Lee said while driving. It's embarrassing

"Fine, I'll go there," he said, ending the call. The conversation on the phone was not pleasant, but I decided to give Trence some space before asking about it. As he returned his attention to me, I could see a hint of concern in his eyes, signaling that our conversation might take a different turn. "Are you done eating your dessert?" he asked. I nodded, feeling curious and apprehensive about what Trence wanted to discuss. The atmosphere between us had shifted, and I braced myself for whatever was coming next. "Come with me," he added, grabbing my hand and leading me to the restaurant's other side. I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind as we silently walked together. He is holding my freaking hand. His hand is a lot bigger than mine. When our skin touched, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't ignore the fluttering in my stomach. Where will Trence bring me? I'm unfamiliar with this restaurant, so I must find out