I remember that day, the day when I regretted being so flirtatious. Every time I was alone, thoughts of it consumed me, and I found myself searching for that person. Well, it wasn't entirely because I was naturally flirtatious. Can I really be held accountable if my personality leads me to seek him out?
Oh, when I was young, I constantly reassured myself that I would only give my virginity to the person I loved, saving it for marriage and an intimate honeymoon. But what went wrong?
And then it happened—I gave it to someone I knew was also flirtatious and experienced with women. I'm well aware of his reputation, but for some reason, I felt fortunate that he was the first man to share that moment with me. Thank you~
It's embarrassing because my friends often label me as another Maria Clara, and unfortunately, there's some truth to it. However, it's time to let go.
My private life is just that—private. I don't need to declare "I've finally given in." Who cares if others find out? It's my life, and their opinions no longer matter.
As long as it's me, the world seems chaotic because of that man.
"Monic, Sir Zack is calling you," Marinel said, interrupting my thoughts. I looked at her intently.
Zack Bray Moore stands as one of the most formidable figures in the business world. It seems that no project eludes his grasp; his strategic thinking consistently breeds success. Beyond his professional prowess, his striking handsomeness captures the attention and hearts of many. His physique is envy-inducing, as if he were a divine gift. His captivating eyes hold an almost hypnotic quality, capable of transfixing anyone who gazes upon them. Added to his allure is immense wealth, an air of mystery, and a reputation as a Casanova. Even amid his seriousness, he somehow finds time to court women. Meanwhile, I serve as his secretary, burdened by the daily strain of his demanding work and words.
"Marinel, it's only 7:10 am, and I'm already being summoned," I sighed, fatigued from the extensive walking we undertook yesterday. It felt as though we traversed a multitude of destinations, yet in reality, we spent only thirty minutes in another international location. The whole ordeal was disorienting, compounded by boarding his private plane. He appeared to take delight in my struggles; a satisfaction I'd gladly withhold if he weren't my boss.
Marinel grinned, replying, "I'm just following orders," as if finding amusement in my predicament.
"Please, tell him I'm occupied," I pleaded, attempting to muster puppy-dog eyes.
"But, Monic, you know he won't wait for you to call back," Marinel responded, causing me to close my eyes and stomp in annoyance.
"I understand, I'll be there shortly," I acquiesced, my irritation evident.
"Go on, hurry up," she encouraged, to which I nodded. What more did he require?
Is there no respite in life? Must work begin at the crack of dawn?
After preparing, I promptly made my way to his office.
"Why, boss, are we off to yet another international conference meeting?" I quipped, infusing a sarcastic tone. His handsomeness had a tendency to distract, though I feigned indifference.
Had the circumstances been different, my feelings towards him wouldn't be tainted. Amid a world teeming with men, he stands as the heavenly exception.
Fine, I'll confess it—there's more to the story. He, that man, the one I met while intoxicated, lingers in my mind. However, it's vital to acknowledge that during that encounter, I remained steadfastly myself. His actions, particularly his caresses and passionate kisses, caused a stir. It's possible that his allure affects every woman, but I refuse to cower. It's him who should feel apprehensive, not me. After all, I am a woman, and he's the one responsible. He ought to bear the guilt for crossing that boundary.
"Well, I simply miss you," I admitted while seated on his sofa. He proceeded to close the windows and lock the door, leaving me inquisitive.
"Boss, what's going on?" I questioned, a hint of nervousness in my voice.
"Do you not remember anything?" he inquired, drawing closer. His demeanor seemed akin to a runway model, showcasing his striking handsomeness. I shook my head, gazing at him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
Amid this uncertainty, one thing remains clear: I have no intention of repeating past mistakes. Regret lingers, and I don't wish to become another discarded name on his list of transient companions. Thus, I summon the courage to confront him.
"Boss, there's something I must tell you," I stated, noticing his triumphant smile.
"What is it?"
"Can you recall where we are? In the office?" I pressed.
"Yes?" he responded, a smile dancing on his lips.
"Boss, put an end to this. The last time was a mistake, driven by alcohol-induced recklessness. Spare my virginity," I spoke with an air of determination.
"Come now, you're partly responsible for this situation. Look," he said, gesturing toward his eyes.
"I've gone days without sleep, tormented by thoughts of that night. And you vanished, leaving me in a state of turmoil. Who wouldn't go mad?" I rolled my eyes, then playfully squeezed his nose.
"Put a stop to this. Why should we continue? I refuse to make another misstep. Indeed, I'm reserving myself for my Mr. Right," I declared, promptly standing and leaving his office. Marinel approached me, her presence pulling me back to reality.
"Are you okay?" she asked, observing my anger. If only that person understood the pain he'd caused me. Of course, I was hurting—how could I not be? Waking up the next morning, everything shattered, and he lay there soundly sleeping, oblivious to the wreckage he left behind. I didn't even know if he had a girlfriend or a wife. I, his secretary, was left to clean up the mess he created, disgusted with myself.
"I'm fine," I replied, making my way to my office and slumping onto the sofa. Frustration engulfed me, leading me to fall to the floor. What did he think of me? Just because I had shared an intimate moment with him, did he believe he could take liberties? Yet, we were not together. Our relationship remained confined to CEO and secretary. I closed my eyes as the sound of someone entering the room reached my ears, seeking solace from the turmoil within.
"Marinel, I'm tired. Please place whatever the boss needs on the table," I instructed. Marinel, one of my assistant secretaries, remained a constant reminder of a chapter that had only recently concluded. The memories still painfully fresh, the hurt remained raw. It felt as though I had been crushed beneath the weight of five trucks.
As I sat in silence, a hand suddenly intruded under my skirt. Swiftly, I pushed it away and turned to face the intruder.
My heart raced as I was met with Zack's presence.
"You can't leave me like that, Monic. I pursue what I want," he declared, a hint of anger tinging his words. His demeanor seemed to treat me like an object, a mere possession to acquire.
"Boss, this is completely wrong. Stop—wait! Don't do that. We're in the office," I protested, biting my lip in discomfort as he continued his advances. I tried to push him away, resisting his efforts.
"What's wrong with you? This isn't right. Ah, please, don't undress me. We're in the office," I exclaimed, halting his actions. Yet, his strength overpowered my protests.
"I don't care, Monic. Among all the girls, you're the one who torments me. You've cast a spell on me," he remarked, a smile gracing his lips as he placed my panties atop his head. Here I was, exposed, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.
"Zack, won't you stop this?" I demanded, my tone reflecting my annoyance. Miraculously, his demeanor softened, his conscience perhaps awakening to his actions. His hand tenderly caressed my face as he leaned in, his lips finding mine. It was as if he was taming me, soothing my unease.
"Babe, please. Give in," he implored, his eyes reflecting a plea as he kissed me again. Resigned, I relented. What else could I do? Vulnerable and fragile, a tender surrender awaited. If he continued this sweetness, he would surely earn my affection. The panties on his head only added a whimsical touch to the absurdity of the situation, evoking another bout of laughter from me.
"Alright, but let's not linger here, Zack."
"Damn it, Monic. Call me Zack," he retorted, his annoyance evident as he prompted me to do away with formalities.
"Okay, Zack. But we shouldn't stay here. What if someone sees us? Can you imagine the rumors?" I inquired, suppressing a smile. He responded by biting his luscious lips, an alluring gesture that stoked my desire.
"I can't bear it any longer, babe. You've driven me mad for a week," he admitted, his hand finding mine as he led me towards the edge. My fiery resolve wavered under his passionate gaze.
"But it's against the rules," I whispered, my voice a mere murmur.
"Monic, this is my company. No one can stop me. I'll take care of you. Don't make a sound," he declared, his lips descending upon mine. A storm of desire raged within me, and I surrendered to the tempest of emotions. He guided me through a series of movements, removing his belt and pants with urgency.
His long sleeve was the next to be discarded, baring his chiseled physique. His gaze lingered upon me, and I reciprocated, taking in his beautiful body.
"Shall we continue this at home?" he proposed cheerfully, my blouse and bra meeting the same fate as his attire. He then pressed his lips against my skin, each touch electrifying.
"Zack, ahh," I sighed, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation coursing through me. The experience was unlike any other, a heady blend of emotions that left me yearning for more.
"Can I take the lead?" he asked, his enthusiasm evident. He removed my remaining clothing, leaving me exposed before him. His gaze lingered, and I felt a rush of vulnerability.
"Ah, Zack, let's proceed," I agreed, my voice a breathless whisper. We settled into a familiar embrace, his presence offering solace.
"Like it?" he inquired, his eyes locked onto mine. I nodded, a smile gracing my lips as I affirmed my satisfaction. He responded with a kiss, his lips molding to mine in a passionate dance.
"Let's intensify the pace, honey," I suggested, eager to explore the depths of our desires.
"Of course," he replied, his embrace tightening around me. We engaged in a fervent kiss, his hands expertly navigating my contours. His smile against my neck ignited a newfound fire within me.
"Damn it, babe. You're still so tight," he remarked, a mixture of awe and amusement evident in his voice. He tugged at my hair gently, further fueling the flames of passion. Each movement of his was a symphony of pleasure, an exquisite dance that left me craving more.
With every motion, every caress, he ignited my senses. Our lips met, fervent and insistent, a testament to the depths of our connection.
"Zack, I'm close," I whispered, the intensity building within me. He kissed me tenderly, his movements more deliberate, his touch more intense.
"Monic, I'm coming," he announced, his voice laden with urgency. Our lips met once more, our shared ecstasy igniting a cascade of emotions.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, we remained intertwined, our breaths in sync. His smile, a reflection of our shared intimacy, reassured me that the boundaries we crossed were worth it.
"Zack, are you done?" I whispered, my voice tinged with a mixture of contentment and curiosity.
He smiled, his gaze locking onto mine. "Not quite, baby," he replied, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Perhaps later," he continued, his playful tone causing me to chuckle. As we lay there, entwined and sated, I couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness. Despite the unconventional circumstances, I had found solace in his arms.
It was a chapter of our story that would continue, an unspoken promise of more to come.
Xiana has been waiting for Amanda to call her for three weeks but she hasn't even received a text."Oh, this is more than your payment, just pay me when you get the money, I'm worried about your problem! Then I don't want to see you sulking all night then I won't be able to talk to you properly" Xiana just looked at the envelope given by Lexin to him."That's only 500k" he whispered to her so xiana's spirit suddenly woke up and she returned it to her friend."Don't! I know you need your surgery" he said sadly but she just smiled at him."My beauty Xiana can wait but your payment is due date so accept it" Xiana did not answer because her phone suddenly rang."Wait a minute," Lexin just nodded at him so he walked away for a while and then answered the call because it was an unregistered number."Hello?""It's me kino" Xiana suddenly looked at Lexin while whisperingthat Si boss so Lexin was surprised as he approached Xiana"Sir?" he shyly responded to this."Come to my office at 6 pm" a
Xiana took a deep breath when she reached her boss's office."Amanda" he called the secretary who was his friend so she looked at him and smiled then said goodbye to the people he was talking to."Hey, best friend" he laughed and put his arm around her."I heard from the boss's attorney that he paid for a university and I guess it's you since the attorney said your name" xiana bowed shyly"And by the way at 7 pm why are you still here? We're off work right? "Xiana just smiled with effort."Is Sir Kino still there?" she asked trembling, almost whispering. And Amanda's friend gave her a simple nod"Oh, did you get called? Maybe when you talk about your debt hehehe" she didn't answer and just smiled."Just go in there" even if Xiana doesn't want it and if Xiana wants it, she will do it.He started to enter his office and the light inside was dim until he knocked and the buzzer sounded to enter, he entered nervously and when he was in front of him he just bowed while Kino just looked at h
When I woke up, I found myself in a different room. I sat down, noticing my clothes neatly folded nearby. Quickly, I took a shower and got dressed. As I headed downstairs, I looked around to see if anyone was there, but the place was empty. I walked until I stopped in front of his room. I hoped that when I told him "I love you too," he wouldn't have heard. I needed to admit that I wasn't foolish enough to engage in a physical relationship with him unless I genuinely wanted to. Could it be that I already loved Zack? I questioned whether this was right, given that I didn't fully know him yet. Perhaps, for Zack, I was just another girl. I gazed at his room; he was sleeping inside. Slowly, I entered and smiled. "Monica," he suddenly spoke, causing me to look at him. "Monica, I love you." I smiled in response. Is that me? My name is Monica, right? So, it's me? I carefully sat down next to him and observed the pictures he was holding. Just as I was about to take one, he abruptly woke up
I observed Zack, who was clearly very drunk. I knew he sometimes went out, but it appeared he had indulged quite a bit this time, as he was already leaning on my chest. "I'll take care of him, Monic," Zack's friend said to me. "Yes, he's heavily intoxicated. Please, don't leave him," everyone else departed except for the guy with the serious expression. "Go home, and I'll look after him," he suggested. What did he think of me? Silly? "Go home. I can handle it," I said slowly, supporting Zack. However, he didn't leave right away, so I gave him a disapproving look. "Leave. I'm his girlfriend, so he's my responsibility," I said angrily. He stood up and stormed out of the house. He was drenched in sweat and still carried his scent. I returned to the door and locked it. There were people downstairs, but it was safe since someone was overseeing his house with security guards. I glanced at him, then sat down beside him. I frowned and eventually lay down next to him. I didn't want to un
I observed Zack, who was clearly very drunk. I knew he sometimes went out, but it appeared he had indulged quite a bit this time, as he was already leaning on my chest. "I'll take care of him, Monic," Zack's friend said to me. "Yes, he's heavily intoxicated. Please, don't leave him," everyone else departed except for the guy with the somber expression. "Go home, and I'll look after him," he suggested. What did he think of me? Silly? "Go home. I can handle it," I said slowly, supporting Zack. However, he didn't leave right away, so I gave him a disapproving look. "Leave. I'm his girlfriend, so he's my responsibility," I said angrily. He stood up and stormed out of the house. He was drenched in sweat and still carried his scent. I returned to the door and locked it. There were people downstairs, but it was safe since someone was overseeing his house with security guards. I glanced at him, then sat down beside him. I frowned and eventually lay down next to him. I didn't want to und
When I woke up, I found myself already in bed. I sat up, and just then, my brother entered the room. "Hey, are you okay?" I looked at him. "What happened?" I wanted to ask. "You fell asleep in the tub," he explained. "Zack?" I asked urgently. "He hasn't returned home yet." "What time is it?" "It's 6 am." I was stunned; it had only been three days. "I must have exhausted you. I dressed you, and I can see that your skin is red—" The maid's voice trailed off as I looked at her, prompting her to stop. I glanced down at myself and closed my eyes in embarrassment as I noticed that I was wearing Zack's clothes. "Don't worry, I won't spread it," the maid reassured me. I looked at Manang and managed a soft smile. "Manang, I think I already love him." Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I saw the compassion in Manang's eyes as she embraced me. "Out of all the girls he's brought here, you're the only one who treats me kindly and talks to me. You're a good person." "Manang?" My voice crac
"Babe, come back to me," Zack cried into the phone, his voice filled with longing. "I understand. I will accept your son. I always told you that man would only bring laughter to your life, and then he left you," I said, my own tears flowing without my awareness. "Will you be coming back tomorrow? Alright, I'll wait for you here," Zack's words lingered as he bid me farewell. I departed from his house, having forgotten to retrieve the key he had lent me. "Hey," a voice called out, causing me to halt in my tracks. It was Zack's wife, her smile concealing complex emotions. "Thank you," she spoke, her gratitude puzzling me. "Why?" I asked, my confusion evident. "Your cooking. It made him miss me, and I found myself missing him too. So, I'll be returning to him tomorrow." "And what about me?" "It means you'll be gone. So, for every day my husband spends with you, there will be a price to pay." "What? Wait, I thought you had a boyfriend?" "Yes, that's true. But he's working in Ital
My wife came back to me, and I admit I feel happy. I feel blessed that she's my home. After all, I'm always thinking about how I can't afford to lose her. That's what I've been thinking since she chose another man over her husband. At that time, I was about to tell Monica that it was fine, that my wife was coming home, and she could go home too. But I didn't see her after that. No messages, except for her email of resignation. On that day, Monica just left, my wife and only her. I thought I was happy; I thought she was my missing piece. But I was wrong. Everything changed, and I don't know why. When I was kissing my wife, I didn't feel anything. It's been happening since the day we met, since the day we got married. I realized that our relationship wasn't as sparkling as a shining star above. I realized that something was lacking since the day I met her, since the day I challenged myself to seduce my secretary. On the day my wife came home, we had our night of intimacy, and that night