Flirting With My Boss While My Cheating Ex Was Crying Novels & Stories

"You still had no right to open it." I folded my arms, irritation replacing the guilt that had briefly settled in my chest. "You threatened her even after sleeping with her?" His jaw clenched. "You really are something." I stared at him in disbelief. "You could have handled it differently. Whatever happened between you two, she obviously wasn't expecting you to treat her like that." "I don't mix business with pleasure." His response was so calm that it somehow made me even more annoyed. "Whatever happened between us is over." I looked away, shaking my head. "You didn't have to make her feel worthless."

Did she ever think she could run away or hide from me? “Meeting an old flame?” I leaned over to kiss her on her nose before I occupied the empty seat across hers. She cleared her throat. “Yeah. I was supposed to meet my fuck buddy for a quickie until you arrived, ruining my plan.” She looked around, cowering herself in the chair. My neck and cheeks burned. My nose flared as I glared at her for tense moments until she realized she had angered me. “I was kidding. Jeez, I went to see my ex-boss, hoping I could get my job back, but she already found my replacement.”

I tried my best not to laugh as I watched him swallow his lust. I bit my lip while smiling seductively at him. He kept his eyes on mine. His eyes tell me he wanted so badly to f*ck me now. “I win!” Carson suddenly said and laughed. My boss shifted his gaze from me to Carson in surprise. He glanced at the sudoku paper in his hand. Carson and I held back our laughter because my boss didn't write a single number. My boss closed his eyes. He just realized that he had fallen into our trap. He then looked at us. “Are you two tricking me right now?” he asked.

He said. "You think I want her trouble? She's the one intentionally setting me up." She continued. "For instance, that day at your house, I was waiting for the driver to come and drive me off to my abode only for Salome to appear and cut herself, then let out a scream that I was the one who did it to her." "You may leave." He said, like he didn't care if what she said is right or wrong. Octavia looked at the frazzled look on his face and felt pity for him, "will you be okay?" The last time he asked about him, he wasn't pleased. He obviously didn't want their relationship to extend beyond the boss and employee relationship but still asked anyways.

"I know right, girl! Maybe there's something going on with them? You know, typical boss-secretary romance?" "Yeah, maybe that’s it! She is probably flirting with our boss. She was just new here. It's impossible for the CEO to fall in love with her right away." My ears tingled with that conversation I heard from the two female employees near to where we were standing. I suddenly felt ashamed. I simply removed Gavin's arm around my waist but it was too tight. So I elbowed him slightly, causing him to turn his attention to me. He then narrowed his eyes on me, "What is it?"

“You said my son was cheating…” “Please,” I interrupted, “use the right word. Ex-husband.” She gave a sharp, humorless laugh. “Right. You said my son was cheating,” she repeated, emphasizing my son like a badge of pride. “But what about you?” I blinked. “What about me?” “You wear tight clothes to work, always showing your body,” she said smoothly, her tone dripping with accusation. “You’ve been entertaining your boss, haven’t you? The one who probably got you the job.”

Sometimes you had to pull away to be seen; that was my solace for missing such an opportunity. ***** Back at home, Mia and Chloe exploded into the living room with gossip and fast food as they heard me talking about my day with my boss. “So... are you two banging yet or still making sexy eye contact like it's a Victorian drama?” Mia asked between bites. “Neither. What do you mean, bang each other? He’s my boss!” I slammed. “Girl, please. If that man doesn't devour you soon, I will write a letter to HR for misconduct by starvation,” Chloe joked.

And that was when it hit me. I had just forcefully proposed to my ex-boyfriend’s boss. The man whom Ethan said practically owned half the city. The CEO of the very company Ethan worked for. Kill. Me. Now. Ethan’s face paled. "Sir, I—" "Is there a problem, Ethan?" the man—my unintentional fiancé—asked, his voice deceptively calm. Ethan swallowed hard. "No, sir. I just… Lena, can we talk?" I folded my arms. "Oh? Now you want to talk?"

Thank God. "You're pregnant." "We're having a girl." I grin at him. "You were cheating on me?" He scowls at me. "All this time, you were cheating on me with my fùcking boss." "You are pathetic, Brandon. You were the one cheating on me with Wendy and now you're horrified that I was doing the same behind your back?"

Chapter 3: I Let My Lesbian Boss And Coworkers Ruin Every Hole Vanessa’s fingers are still buried deep inside me when she whispers the words that seal my fate. “On your back, Emma. Spread your legs for your boss.” My hands shake as I obey. Tears sting my eyes even as fresh slick drips down my ass. I’m engaged. This is cheating. This is career suicide. But my thighs fall open anyway, exposing my swollen, dripping pussy to her hungry gaze.