Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped With My Ex Boss; An Enemy that Ruined Me. : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Diane's POVI don't want to say it. I have no intention of being vulnerable in front of Conrad, but I can't stop myself no matter how hard I try.You know, desperate times call for desperate measures. I desperately need that money, and I didn't think it through. It never occurred to me that it would be difficult, especially since today is the official first time I'll be giving myself to him.I take a gulp, then turn to him. "You know, I was thinking it would be easy for me..." I pause to catch any expression from him, but he just stares back, no expression, no words, just that cold stare that seems to hide a lot."It's difficult, and when you're drunk? You wouldn't remember the moments, or if you do, it'll be foggy." I smile lightly at him.I hear him scoff. "You're really pathetic, Diane." His voice isn't soft, and it isn't harsh either, but something akin to disappointment, maybe disbelief, laces his words."I didn't invite you over to hear a pathetic story, and definitely not to ha

Diane's POVThe feeling refuses to leave me.Even after I slide into the taxi and slam the door shut, even after the driver asks for my address twice and I answer like my mouth has a mind of its own, the uneasiness clings to my skin like sweat. Heavy. Sticky. Wrong.I press my back against the seat and wrap my arms around myself. The cold from outside still lingers on my skin, mixing with the warmth of the car until everything feels suffocating."Madam... your address?" the driver asks again.I blink slowly, then tell him.The taxi pulls away from Conrad's building, the tall structure shrinking behind me in the rear window. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, my fingers drifting to my lips.God.Tonight is a disaster.My mind replays everything: the wine, the tension, my stupid confession, the moment my hands... I squeeze my eyes shut, heat crawling up my neck.Why do I always lose control around Conrad Beaumont?I drag in a shaky breath and force myself to stare out th

Diane's POVI've always believed that if I do my job well enough, people won't have anything to say.Apparently, I'm wrong.The morning starts normally. I arrive ten minutes before eight, as usual. I review Conrad's schedule, confirm his 9:00 a.m. strategy meeting, reschedule a lunch appointment that's been double-booked, and print out the quarterly reports he asked for the night before.Nothing unusual.Except that everything feels unusual.After what almost happened at his house, I'm more aware of him than I want to be. I tell myself to be professional. To act like nothing has changed. Because technically, nothing has.He's still my boss, and I'm still his secretary.And that's how it needs to remain.At exactly 8:32 a.m., my computer chimes with an internal message notification. I glance at the corner of the screen, expecting it to be from accounting.It isn't. My heart skips two beats as I stare at the unknown user.Unknown User: Must be nice being close to the boss.I stare at it

Diane's POVWhoever wants to make my life a living hell more than it already is, I have no idea. I can't stop thinking about who could be behind the anonymous messages, but I have no clue yet.I roll from one end of the bed to the other. I find it hard to fall asleep, and it could be because I know someone has been monitoring me closely, and the person sure doesn't have good plans for me."I have to make sure I lock the door." I mutter and get off the bed.Some minutes ago, I checked the door and found it properly locked, and I'm on my way to check it again. It's safe to say I'm scared of what might be coming.This might be a good time to have my friend come stay with me for a few days. Her company might make me feel safe. I get to the door and check again. It's properly locked.To get to work on time tomorrow, I must sleep early, but what do I do when sleep isn't forthcoming? Drinking to a stupor is definitely not an option. I don't want a hangover tomorrow.I look all around while r

Diane's POVI step into the office breathing heavily. I'm two minutes late to work. I did all I could to avoid it, and that included running from the compound straight to the second floor in heels.Conrad won't go easy on me for being late. He doesn't care to know that I went to bed late, all because I was scared someone might break down my door and come for me after he left.I drop my laptop on my table and try to catch my breath. I don't look in a mirror, but I know my hair is a mess already. I ran without putting it into consideration."Mr. Conrad would like to see you." A colleague walks up to me and says. It's bad that I don't know her name, and it's like that with the rest of them too. Months in this office and I'm still a stranger.I smooth down my skirt, pat my hair twice, and give up on both. Then I pick up my phone from my bag. I already know the words Conrad will speak to me when I show up in front of him, which could be why I'm not fidgety. They won't be nice, I know. I tr