Romans & histoires My Boss My Secret Lover

She didn’t dare look back before slipping out the door. *********** “You slept with the boss?” Gianna, Keira’s best friend and co-worker's voice rang through the break room loud enough to turn heads. “Keep your voice down!” Keira hissed, shooting a frantic look around. “It’s bad enough I took advantage of him while he was drugged—I don’t need the whole office knowing.” Gianna’s eyes nearly bulged out of her skull. “He was drugged?!” “Gianna!” “Right, sorry,” she whispered, then leaned in eagerly. “But how the hell did that even happen? I need details. All the details.”

My signature stripper smile. "I'm most definitely not in love with you, Mr Trafford. Piffed is more like it." I say. I think he is hot as sin and so fucking handsome. Yes, I think God specifically made him on a different day and paid special attention to him and yes, I want to fuck him six ways to Sunday but I'm most definitely not in love with him. I also have no plans to fall in love with my boss who also happens to be my secret fling. The situation is messy enough as it is, falling in love with him will only make it even messier.

“Yes. I need you to help me with something before everyone finds out who I really am.” “Most of them already know. The one who doesn’t is your lover,” Samuel remarked seriously, leaning in to whisper. “By the way, he looked furious watching you dance with his father.” “I don’t care. When I arrived, he was kissing someone else. Just help me get closer to the stairs and go up.” “What are you trying to do?” he asked, confused. “I’m going upstairs. I’ve been there before. I want to hide until all of this is over.”

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?"

“It’s okay. Your secret is safe with me.” “Rayleigh…” How can I possibly refute my boss when she is right? “I know we’ve never been close, and you’ve clearly gone to great lengths to keep this secret. Your deer-in-the-headlights expression tells me you didn’t expect me to figure it out. But I know one thing. Whoever that tall, dark, dangerous hunk of man is, you love him.” I close my eyes. If Rayleigh has seen that, who else has? “It’s complicated.”

“Shit, Eleanor, I’m sorry. Work’s been insane. Brody’s breathing down my neck about the Harriman account” “I can reheat” “Actually, I grabbed something with the team. We closed the Harriman deal tonight. Celebrated at Lucia’s.” Lucia’s. The Italian place where we’d had our first date. Without me. “Oh.” He kissed the top of my head perfunctory, automatic and headed upstairs. “I’m beat. Long day.” I watched him go, a stranger in my husband’s body. Something inside me cracked. “Marcus,” I called out. He paused on the third step, half-turned. Impatient.

The last time someone had said those words. “I’m not very good with secrets,” I admitted honestly. Rosa laughed and shook her head fondly. “Don't worry you will be fine. Now,.guess why I took this job.” I hesitated. “Because you were depressed and suicidal?” I offered. She burst into genuine laughter. “Good one. But not even close.” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “I fell in love with the boss.” My eyes widened, shock rippling through me like I’d just been handed something sacred and dangerous.

Yes he was a good boss at work but at times she hated being bossed around by the man she loved. "So, tell me about your dream wedding. How to you plan it", Lucy asked in an attempt to change the topic. She was doing that to hide the way she felt after Theodora told her about Larry. She saw the way she blushed and a sharp pang of jealousy cracked in her stomach. How could the two women love the same man? She wondered while she was looking straight at Theodora' a eyes, not smiling this time. "I'm serious about this question, Theo. I don't want my boss's wedding to be a low profile event. That's why I decided to be involved in planning it", she stopped and looked at her questioningly. Theodora

She pinched my arm playfully. My frown deepened. “You guys talked about me?” She grinned instead of feeling guilty. “Well, duh. Of course. We thought you’re hot and sexy even though you brood most of the time.” “I prefer to keep my personal life private.” Her eyebrow lifted. “Why do I feel that you are a secret billionaire?” I snorted. “Do I look like a billionaire? If I am, I won’t be working in the nightclub. I probably own one.”