No Longer Your Perfect Tool
Lost in the heat of the moment, he promised me a pair of the most beautiful crystal shoes, so I could dance the opening waltz with him at his coronation ceremony the next day.
The first dance is always reserved for the new boss and his future bride.
I cried with joy, believing my years of secret pining and patient waiting would finally culminate in a fairytale ending.
But I was wrong. So terribly wrong.
The next morning, I dragged my aching body out to get his favorite espresso, only to overhear the guys joking as I returned:
"So you finally popped the family cherry, huh? How was Vivian on your first night as boss?"
Enzo's voice was lazy, mocking. "Face of an angel, body of a devil. She's a