Chasing My Secretary Wife
I had to pretend like I was invested in the proposals of my top managers, when my body had suddenly grown hot.
I wanted to respond, to say something sharp, something detached. Instead, I saved the damn picture. And from that moment on, it became routine.
The texts started small—details about her day, random jokes, things that had no business amusing me. Such as;
“Did you know Dolphins aren't truly the cute angels that cartoons make them out to be?”
“You don’t use emojis, or stickers, or GIFs. Such a boring texter.”
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