Officelove Novels & Stories

She had always hated the sentiment that goes against having relationships within the office and every time she heard people advising others not to mix business with pleasure, you would see her rolling her eyes backward. But now, as at now, Stella is all ready and willing to carry a placard, to preach against office relationships. ‘Especially a love relationship between a certain boss and his subordinate.’ Stella thought as she glared heavily at nothing.

“I just want to make sure we’re both ready for whatever comes next.” “We will be,” he assured me, his hand gently caressing my back. “We’ll face everything together.” Later that afternoon, we decided to head to the office, knowing we couldn’t avoid work forever. But even there, the passion between us couldn’t be contained. In the quiet of Zack’s office, our eyes locked, and an unspoken understanding passed between us. He locked the door behind us, and within moments, we were wrapped in each other’s arms once again. Making love in the office felt exhilarating and forbidden, adding a new layer of excitement to our relationship. Every touch, every kiss was filled with urgency and desire. It was

At least they were together. That morning, Cara sat at the kitchen table drawing with colored pencils scavenged from a church donation box. Yvette stared at her laptop, willing her brain to function, to compose emails, to respond to clients—if any were left. Her freelance copywriting gigs had dried up since the move. Too many late nights. Too many missed deadlines. Too much chaos. An email notification blinked at the top of her screen. She opened it. From: Unknown Subject: Check your mailbox. No body. No signature.

===== The light curtains of my window danced happily to the early morning whooshing of the incoming Spring. It will be March in two days. “February was horrible” I recounted, staring blankly into the space. I was almost at a good place before it all happened… I had a good job too. I worked so hard to become a blogger for Ontario’s top ten Fashion Company, but how could they keep me after the atrocious email Owen’s wife had sent them. The viral video of a man’s wife harassing me for having an affair with her husband was enough for the Company to fire me.

Damon left the coffee shop as happy as anyone could be. He had just bagged himseelf the hottest date ever. He felt proud of himself. He walked back to the office and had a slight spring in his step. Everything was going perfectly. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Her long brown curly hair, her beautiful accented voice and her piercing blue eyes. She was a tease and he loved it. The office was almost closed. Logan was still packing up. He always headed home late. He was a real workaholic.

John instructed, and Stephie did so without a sound. Walking around the cubicles, Stephie realized that she was out of place with her black jeggings and simple cotton T-shirt. The ladies on the floor all sported impressive pantsuits and pencil skirts, their hairdos slick and neat. The men wore dress shirts and ties. Even their stride and ambulating cadence appeared to be more proper than Stephie's steps. Clearing her throat and gulping softly, Stephie followed John towards a glass wall which cordoned off a more private area of the office.

“Wait for me in my office my love, I will join you soon.” “Okay baby.” I walked straight to his office and tried to feel comfortable but how can I be? I saw a new painting on his office wall. It's beautiful and it captures me for a few moments. Throwing off my face from the luxurious paint, a used condom lying on the floor as if it wanted me to get a look at it. Wait a second, that lady with him,I have never seen her near him before, who is she? Is he having sex with her in this office? He is clearly a cheat, I once had my suspicions of him in the past but this is just a proof.

It always amazes me how intimidated everyone seems by Amelia, when I look at her now all I can see is that same beautiful soul I fell completely, totally and utterly in love with the first moment I saw her. As she sashay’s past me she gives me a wink full of promise and once again I feel my dick twitch. How I want to just bend her over right here in front of everyone and stake my claim on her. Thirty minutes pass and my mind is consumed with her still and my need for answers. My eyes keep wandering to her now empty office, to the secrets it holds, her little side projects that no one else has access to. Would they fill in some of the puzzle for me?

Small choices mattered more these days. She sat at the kitchen table wearing one of Owen’s old t-shirts, knees pulled up, watching steam curl from her mug. Morning light crept through the window, pale and tentative. She wondered when their love had become something that only lived in photos. Frozen smiles. Arms wrapped around each other for the sake of memory. Proof that at one point, this had meant something.

"Don't put it like that." "That's exactly what it is." My voice rose, echoing off the empty stands around us. "You want me to sit around waiting while you marry someone else, wait through however many months of being married to her, and then just slide back into my life once it's convenient for you? Once your family's satisfied and the pictures are taken and everyone's stopped asking questions?" "It's not like that." "It's exactly like that." "Beckett, I love you and I never stopped."