IN LOVE WITH MY BOSS

My man, her babe

Rosa’s POV

If she sent nude pictures and a ‘missing you’ text, it means they would meet up today.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Patra had said. And it seemed Alex Kane haad really maade up his mid about ot returning back

So, I decided I was going to stop by the house unexpectedly. The first strange thing I saw as soon as my car stopped in the compound was Charly’s car. I knew he had taken the Bentley that morning. He always left for work before I did and I would stand by the window watching. It was a stupid routine.

In the past, he would blow me a kiss before diving into his ride. But these days, I just watched. He was always in a rush.

If the Bentley was in the parking lot, it meant he was home. My heart was beating erratically. Even with the texts and pictures I had seen in his phone, I really hoped he wasn’t really cheating. Maybe they only sext. I could forgive that.

I drew closer to the mansion, hoping Patra was wrong. But when I stepped in, a red bra caught my attention.

It was lying on the ground like a welcome surprise gift. It wasn’t mine. I knew all my red bras because I had just one. Then the pair of stilettos, thrown at different corners of the room. She was here and I could imagine they couldn’t even have the decency of holding on until they were in the room.

The pain struck my heart more than I thought it would. I had thought last night’s discovery had shielded my heart.

I took the stairs, each step was like a stab to the back.

I didn’t fight back the tears. Every anger and frustration from the past years that I had covered up or held in, built up within me like a storm ready to destroy.

But then I thought. I wasn’t going to act impulsively and let Charly win. I had to have my evidence. Men like him could buy a judge. But evidence was evidence. I reached for my phone in my bag, my hand trembling. I hadn't reached the door of the room when I heard him moan.

It was like a dagger to the heart.

I hadn’t heard Charly moan in a long time. It was obvious that he found this Taylor more interesting than me.

I heard her cry. “Harder, babe.”

Babe? My man, her babe?

They were entangled in each other, sweating despite the air conditioning, the sheets a mess underneath them, and too oblivious in their hot s*x to notice me while I recorded everything. He was on top of her, riding, like his very life depended on it. And she was crying for him to go on.

No wonder he was always too tired to satisfy me

I was too angry to keep watching.

And so, I turned away, running out of the house. He probably didn’t even hear the sound of my shoes echoing in the corridor. He wasn’t expecting me to be home.

Tears blinded my eyes, suffocated my throat, and strangled my chest. I was heaving like a mad bull as I got into my car. I started the engine, speeding off, away from the mansion, out of Charles Baker's life for good.

I didn’t return to the office. I didn’t need any pity party. Alex Kane could sack me for all I care. I had to be alone and I had to take this hurt off my chest. And so, I drove to a bar. I saw the ‘CLOSED’ sign but still knocked at the door.

“Come back at 5,” the bartender was saying.

5 Pm was too far. I had to drink myself to stupor right now. I had to forget Charles Baker. I dug my hand into my bag and pulled out a bundle of dollar notes, waving it at him. That was the bait. It got me a quiet corner and as many bottles I wanted.

Charles Baker.

I had given him everything. f*****g everything!

He owed his success to me. While all the tech companies around were closing off under Mr. Kane's brutal business dexterity, Baker Tech had managed to survive and thrive because of me. I had worked as a PA to Mr. Kane and helped my husband’s company grow. I had thrown everything for him.

I could still remember that night when he had brought up the conversation. He had prepared a romantic dinner night just for the two of us, and when I thought the night was going to progress into some romantic and dirty talks, he brought up the idea that his company could be folding.

He had held my hands under the starry sky that night and begged. “I need you to work as a PA for Mr. Kane. I have to know what he’s up to so my company doesn’t go under like the rest.”

I had agreed and that was the reason our engagement and wedding had been as low-key as possible. We were wed on an island in Mexico, spent a weekend, and I was back as Rosa Baker. But never on paper.

Patra didn't know that. I played the fool at work. But I was there, helping my man.

And now that Mr. Kane was sick, he didn't need me anymore.

I was a big fool.

I had downed three bottles of wine when the bar began to get crowded. Needing to be alone, I grabbed a fourth bottle of wine and stepped out of the building. My car didn't offer much solace to me. If anything, I hated being in the car because it reminded me of Charly.

It was 8pm when the ringing of my phone woke me. I had dozed off with the bottle in my hand. Now, it was on the floor, its content vanishing like all the five years I had with Charly. My eyes fell on the screen and a painful cry escaped from my throat.

How dare he call me like the doting husband he thinks he is?

A text entered.

‘Babe, where are you?’

I grabbed the phone and flung it to the back seat, hoping it shattered like my heart. Drunk and not damning the consequences, I grabbed the steering and drove out of the bar. I had no idea of where I wanted to go. But I knew I wanted to be alone.

But when I passed by Kane Tech and saw the lights on Alex’s office, I decided to stop by. I killed my car engine abruptly in the garage and wobbled my way up the stairs. I had no idea what I was doing. It was neither my heart nor my head leading me. Maybe it was heart break. I wanted to hurt Charly just the way he hurt me, and there was no better match than Alex Kane, his rival. I grabbed the handrail, determined, pulling myself towards the third floor.

As I stepped onto the corridor, I saw a sexily dressed lady leaving Alex's office and my audacity grew.

Everyone knew Alex would sleep with anything in a skirt.

And tonight, I was going to make my husband’s rival moan.