Falling for My Boss
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“Sorry, it’s work.” He looked away from me and I felt my stomach curdling at the sudden change in mood.
“Oh no, everything okay?”
“Not really.” He sighed and jumped out of the bed. “I think they need me to work today because I, uh, I’m leaving the country for a month next week and they want to make sure that everything in the office is left intact.”
“You’re going away?” I asked, my heart sinking as I stared up at him. I pulled the sheets up over my naked body and tried to control my breathing.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Work trip, like I said. Uhm, but I’ll call you when I get back and we can go to dinner.”
“I see.” I bit on my lower lip and tried not to cry. What was going on?
“Just a second.” He looked at me guiltily. “I have to go to the bathroom.” He dropped his phone on the mattress next to me and hurried out of the room. I watched him leave the room and I quickly grabbed his phone. It was locked, but I could see that he had ten missed calls from someone called Helen Smith. My heart thudded as I wondered who she was and why was she calling him. Even more importantly, why had his mood changed so quickly and why was he lying to me? The previous night had been so good, so sensual and exciting. I’d thought we’d had a lot in common, even though we’d just met. I’d thought that this could go somewhere. I’d even been planning to reveal to him that his friends had hired me for an office prank. I’d wanted to tell him everything, so that we could really get to know each other. I’d thought that perhaps this could really go somewhere.
“Sorry about that,” he said as he walked back into the bedroom, his cock swinging loosely in front of him. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at it. He had a perfect cock. It was almost majestic in the daylight. Long, thick—but not too thick—and the tip was shaped like a perfect peachy mushroom. I licked my lips involuntarily as I remembered how good it had tasted. I felt a feeling of shame spreading through me as I realized that I wanted him in my mouth again. I wanted to feel that same heady power that I’d felt the night before when he’d begged me to not stop sucking on him. I could still hear his growls as he spurted hot come all over my breasts. I could still feel the softness of the warm towel he’d used to gently wipe his come off of my nipples. And then when he’d entered me, it had felt like we were one. His cock had moved inside of me as if it knew every inch of me intimately and it seemed to know all the secret spots to turn me on. I sighed as I looked up at him. It couldn’t have just been sex, could it? It had to have meant more than that.
“Is everything okay?” I asked again, praying he would burst out laughing and fall down on the bed next to me.
“Uh, not really,” he said and his expression looked pained. “I would love to have breakfast with you.” He sat down on the bed and looked into my eyes with a sad expression. “But I have to go in to work.”
“I see,” I said, my stomach dropping. So he was continuing with his lies.
“I had a great time last night,” he said and he reached over and touched my cheek. “It was special.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said and looked away from him.
“If it wasn’t for this job,” he sighed, “I’d like to see where this could go—really, I would.”
“Uh huh.”
“Give me your number and I’ll call you when I’m back in town, okay?”
“Yeah, sure you will.”
“Don’t be like that, Eliza,” he said with a frown as he tried to kiss me. I avoided his lips and sat up.
“It’s Elizabeth.” I jumped up out of the bed and quickly looked for my clothes. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Scott,” I said quickly as I pulled my skirt on. “Have a good work trip.”
“Elizabeth, please,” he said and I felt his hands on my waist. “Don’t be mad at me. You don’t understand.”
“I understand enough, jerk,” I whispered under my breath and grabbed my handbag. “I’m leaving. I’m glad you had a good night.”
“It’s not like that,” he pleaded, but I turned around and glared at him.
“Whatever.” I gave him one last haughty glance and hurried down the stairs so that I could exit his house quickly. “And don’t follow me out!” I shouted as I heard him behind me. I saw him standing there, looking upset, but I didn’t care. He was the one who had used me for a one-night stand. He was the one who had lied. I hurried out of the door and slammed it shut, before running down the road and stopping at the corner so that I could hail an Uber from my phone app. I waited for the car to pull up before texting Lacey and telling her I was going to kill her. I wasn’t sure how I stopped myself from crying, but I didn’t shed a tear until I stepped through my own front door. And then I went straight to the bathroom and turned on the faucet so that I could soak away my tears and passion.
Chapter Five
“You can shout at me,” Lacey said when I called her on Sunday morning. “It was my fault you went on the date.”
“I’m not going to shout at you.” I moaned. “It’s not your fault, I’m a slut.”
“You’re not a slut,” she said and I knew she was worried about my state of mind. Ever since Shane, Lacey had been worried that I was going to breakdown. She didn’t understand that that wouldn’t happen again because I wouldn’t let myself get into that position again.
“Oh no, everything okay?”
“Not really.” He sighed and jumped out of the bed. “I think they need me to work today because I, uh, I’m leaving the country for a month next week and they want to make sure that everything in the office is left intact.”
“You’re going away?” I asked, my heart sinking as I stared up at him. I pulled the sheets up over my naked body and tried to control my breathing.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Work trip, like I said. Uhm, but I’ll call you when I get back and we can go to dinner.”
“I see.” I bit on my lower lip and tried not to cry. What was going on?
“Just a second.” He looked at me guiltily. “I have to go to the bathroom.” He dropped his phone on the mattress next to me and hurried out of the room. I watched him leave the room and I quickly grabbed his phone. It was locked, but I could see that he had ten missed calls from someone called Helen Smith. My heart thudded as I wondered who she was and why was she calling him. Even more importantly, why had his mood changed so quickly and why was he lying to me? The previous night had been so good, so sensual and exciting. I’d thought we’d had a lot in common, even though we’d just met. I’d thought that this could go somewhere. I’d even been planning to reveal to him that his friends had hired me for an office prank. I’d wanted to tell him everything, so that we could really get to know each other. I’d thought that perhaps this could really go somewhere.
“Sorry about that,” he said as he walked back into the bedroom, his cock swinging loosely in front of him. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at it. He had a perfect cock. It was almost majestic in the daylight. Long, thick—but not too thick—and the tip was shaped like a perfect peachy mushroom. I licked my lips involuntarily as I remembered how good it had tasted. I felt a feeling of shame spreading through me as I realized that I wanted him in my mouth again. I wanted to feel that same heady power that I’d felt the night before when he’d begged me to not stop sucking on him. I could still hear his growls as he spurted hot come all over my breasts. I could still feel the softness of the warm towel he’d used to gently wipe his come off of my nipples. And then when he’d entered me, it had felt like we were one. His cock had moved inside of me as if it knew every inch of me intimately and it seemed to know all the secret spots to turn me on. I sighed as I looked up at him. It couldn’t have just been sex, could it? It had to have meant more than that.
“Is everything okay?” I asked again, praying he would burst out laughing and fall down on the bed next to me.
“Uh, not really,” he said and his expression looked pained. “I would love to have breakfast with you.” He sat down on the bed and looked into my eyes with a sad expression. “But I have to go in to work.”
“I see,” I said, my stomach dropping. So he was continuing with his lies.
“I had a great time last night,” he said and he reached over and touched my cheek. “It was special.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said and looked away from him.
“If it wasn’t for this job,” he sighed, “I’d like to see where this could go—really, I would.”
“Uh huh.”
“Give me your number and I’ll call you when I’m back in town, okay?”
“Yeah, sure you will.”
“Don’t be like that, Eliza,” he said with a frown as he tried to kiss me. I avoided his lips and sat up.
“It’s Elizabeth.” I jumped up out of the bed and quickly looked for my clothes. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Scott,” I said quickly as I pulled my skirt on. “Have a good work trip.”
“Elizabeth, please,” he said and I felt his hands on my waist. “Don’t be mad at me. You don’t understand.”
“I understand enough, jerk,” I whispered under my breath and grabbed my handbag. “I’m leaving. I’m glad you had a good night.”
“It’s not like that,” he pleaded, but I turned around and glared at him.
“Whatever.” I gave him one last haughty glance and hurried down the stairs so that I could exit his house quickly. “And don’t follow me out!” I shouted as I heard him behind me. I saw him standing there, looking upset, but I didn’t care. He was the one who had used me for a one-night stand. He was the one who had lied. I hurried out of the door and slammed it shut, before running down the road and stopping at the corner so that I could hail an Uber from my phone app. I waited for the car to pull up before texting Lacey and telling her I was going to kill her. I wasn’t sure how I stopped myself from crying, but I didn’t shed a tear until I stepped through my own front door. And then I went straight to the bathroom and turned on the faucet so that I could soak away my tears and passion.
Chapter Five
“You can shout at me,” Lacey said when I called her on Sunday morning. “It was my fault you went on the date.”
“I’m not going to shout at you.” I moaned. “It’s not your fault, I’m a slut.”
“You’re not a slut,” she said and I knew she was worried about my state of mind. Ever since Shane, Lacey had been worried that I was going to breakdown. She didn’t understand that that wouldn’t happen again because I wouldn’t let myself get into that position again.
