Inner Witch

Chapter 7: In love with a married man.

Monica’s POV

The last couple of days, Mister Miller has been drowning himself with work. I mean he is a workaholic, but now it is out of control. Not even taking a rest to eat. I have been helping him with a presentation for the board, maybe that is what got him so stressed.

His meeting finished at about 5 pm and I was taking my leave when he got into his office.

-Are you leaving? - He asked

-Yes sir, do you need something else?

-No, I am about to leave too, so maybe we can walk together to the lobby. - I nodded while he rushed for his things and we walked together to the lobby. When we arrived, he seemed like he wanted to say something, but somehow remained quiet.

-Well, I will take my leave sir. - I said while waving my hand as goodbye.

I started walking away when I felt someone grab my arm, and when I looked back, Mister Miler was holding me gently but firmly.

-Sir? - I did not know what to say. I just raised an eyebrow.

-Are you hungry? - He asked quickly.

- What do you mean? - I was confused by his words. Was he inviting me out or something?

-I mean, you have done excellent work these past few weeks and I wanted to take you out for dinner, you know… like a boss bringing pizza while the whole team is working late? - We laughed at the reference.

-Ummm, sure…

He took me to a nice restaurant and started to chat while we waited for the food.

-So, miss Vargas, let's get to know each other a little bit better. Shall we? -He said, drinking from his whisky.

-There is not too much to know about me. I am an only child, my family is in Mexico and I was born there, so I left my studies and started working full time to stop being a burden to my family.

-Well, you surely have an interesting life- I frowned at his words… What is interesting about migrating alone to another country to help your family? -Do not take me wrong… I mean it must be nice to have some options in your life, you know? some sense of freedom… -He surely is blind by his privileges…

-I do not think of it as freedom and definitely I would have stayed in Mexico if I could or at least finished my studies… but as we grow up we have responsibilities that we have to carry on. We may not like everything in our life, but there are some things that we just have to do. - I looked at him with determination and he seemed a little surprised by my words. This man needs to go out more, he seems to not get out of his bubble.

-I guess you are right… - He emptied his glass in one go. - I suppose I lack the experience to interact with people, or be more empathic - He chuckled, making my heart skip a beat…with the noise, I think it is the first time I've seen him do that.

- Well, it is hard to feel others' pain… especially if the backgrounds are so different.

-What do you mean?

- Umm… - I started to get nervous, trying to put the right words in my mouth. - I mean, I doubt that you had to make some sacrifices for money like some of us had to. You were able to study, probably never question if you were going to be able to eat and basically do not have to worry about anything related to money… - It is his turn to frown at me. - But, I guess that you had to sacrifice yourself for some other reasons… so… would you like to tell me more about you? - I started to sip my mezcal a little too quickly to hide my embarrassment and boldness.

-Well, I guess that my life is kind of boring- He smiles but seems sad. - I am also an only child, and became the head of the family. Yes, we are a family with a lot of money, but with that comes traditions and expectations. I studied business to carry on with the family business and had an arranged marriage with the daughter of a family friend.

We stayed silent for some minutes, letting the information about each other sink in. Never thought that behind that office ogre there was a sad man.

-What would you have studied if you had the chance to choose?

He smiled brightly and laughed.

-I always wanted to be a firefighter.

-With that body? - I asked, laughing.

-Hey! What is wrong with my body? Don't you see these muscles? - He tried to show me his arm but it was more like skin and bones.

We kept laughing and joking for some time while we ate our food and drank some more. It was a nice dinner and by the end of it we were calling ourselves by our names. I felt lightheaded and I am sure that he felt the same. I am not a bad drinker, but 5 mezcals were a little too much for me. At the end of the night, he insisted on taking me home and I accepted. While he drove, I could notice that he was looking at me from the corner of his eyes and it made me blush. I had not been this close to a man in ages and the feeling of being noticed and the adrenaline of the situation was making my inner thighs clench. I took a good look at him, he was handsome with jet black short wavy hair and short beard. He was rather skinny, probably showing that he dedicated too much to work in the office than in the gym, but he was tall, making him pop wherever he is if that didn't grab your attention his green eyes and serious look would, he always, has this strong aura of superiority, but today I realized that his smile is rather nice too, thought most of the time he had a cocky smile like if he knew your darkest secrets and would use it against you. He noticed me staring at him.

-Do you want to say something or why are you staring at me like that? - he asked, mischief clear in his voice, making me blush from embarrassment.

-You had a piercing… -I tried to redirect the conversation to something less humiliating for me. - in your right ear…

-Yeah, I made it when I was a teenager, but my mother did not like it obviously and made me take it off. I guess that I tried to rebel against my family but in the end regretted it.- I hummed in response and tried not to add anything else. - Did you ever do something like that?

-Yeah… I decided not to follow my mother's steps… At first it was hard for her to understand why I did not want that kind of gift, but later, even if she did not understand my reasons, she supported me.

He looked confused and I prayed to the gods that he would not ask any details about it. So I decided to ask something else before he had the chance.

- Why have you never used a ring since you were married?

- hmm I do not know, I never did, not even when we were recently married. Jules did not like it but with time she accepted that I was not going to use it.

- Oh…

We arrived at my apartment and he accompanied me to my door. After opening the door, I turned around and found him staring too close to me. We ended up just looking at each other, not bothering to step back from each other… I could smell the whisky in him and it was intoxicated.

His eyes kept me in place, feeling a little intimidated and the goddamn tension building around us. My heart rate increased and it seemed like nothing else mattered. I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent and this action kind of broke the atmosphere and everything else happened too quickly.

He put a hand on my waist and kissed me out of nowhere. I just responded to the kiss by mere instinct, not allowing myself to think this through. His other hand started to caress my chick and deepened the kiss, he was so demanding, claiming me with that kiss. I decided to open the door to my apartment and felt him pushing me inside. We wasted no time taking our coats off, then our shoes were followed by all our clothes. It was as if we were in a hurry because reality was about to get to us. We ended up in bed just kissing and touching each other eagerly to feel the body of the other, easing the urgency that we had to unite our bodies. Until we could resist longer and we ended up fuckin each other senselessly, only grunts and moans could be heard in the apartment.

Tom POV

After we spent the night together, I woke up around 2 am and left her sleeping. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful… I left her a note next to her saying that I had to go but we should talk tomorrow. While I was driving to the house, I kept thinking about Monica, and how I did not want to stop seeing her. I mean… I know that is wrong and Jules will definitely try to hurt her if she finds out, but tonight I was happy for the first time in a long time. Monica was always so distant and, like I said, I was attracted to her but never thought that this was possible and now that it happened I was not going to let her go.

Unfortunately, all my thinking came to nothing since Monica never answered my calls all weekend, did not matter how many times I called. she never answered I was about to go to her apartment but figured that maybe she needed space to process everything I mean I was sure of what I wanted but her… maybe this happened too quickly for her… well of course everything happened too quickly, but I am sure her situation is different. I am a selfish bastard that wants to keep everything in check with my family but also wants her in my life. I guess that there is nothing else to do than wait. Wait until Monday to talk to her.

Monday morning came sooner than later and I arrived early as always, hoping I could talk to her, but she wasn't there. An hour passed by and Monica never came, but one of the secretaries came to my office with a serious look.

-Hello Mister Miller, I will be helping you today as your secretary since Miss Monica Vargas quit this morning.

-What?! What do you mean she quieted?- I asked, shocked and frustrated. Monica could not quit… I mean she needed the money. Was it because of Friday night? f**k!

I stood up and left the secretary there in my office and headed to my car. I need to talk to her right now. When I arrived and knocked on the door, she didn’t open but I knew she was there.

-Monica! Open up! We need to talk.

She opened the door and just pooped her head out.

-Tom, you should leave, there is nothing to talk about.

I forced myself in despite her protests.

-You can not quit!

-You can not control me - She scoffs - I can do whatever I want and if I want to quit I will. Well, I did it.

-Is this because of Friday night? - She didn’t respond, confirming my theory - Look, I know that there was a lot to process but I don't want you to quit… I don’t want you to change all your life because of me.

-Tom, we had s*x… I can’t just keep working for you! I never wanted to be that type of secretary and now I am!

-But you are not just a secretary to me! - I told her with frustration and tried to put into words what was happening in my head. I wanted to be with her but I didn’t know how to tell her.

-You are married… - She looked at me and whispered. I sighed, knowing that the next words were wrong but hoping that she would accept.

- I want to keep going out with you. - The look on her face gave me nothing, she just looked at me with her big brown eyes. - I don’t want to let you go… not now, not ever.

- What about your family? Don’t you think that you should think about them and how it will impact them?

-My kids will forever be my kids and I will love them and take care of them. But my love life… I want to take control of it for the first time in my life.

I only received silence from her, it made me uncomfortable… Was she judging me? For the first time in my life I felt unworthy of someone and that feeling hurt. Call me spoiled, but I have never felt unwanted and this silence that seemed to last forever was killing me. Without thinking, I got closer to her but stopped when she gave me an angry look.

-Don’t you think that this is a mistake?

-No.

While she was shocked by my response, I made a risky move and kissed her, gently, trying to ease all her doubts. When she didn’t push me away, I deepened the kiss and she allowed it. We started walking to the bedroom without another word, scared that it would break the bubble we were in.

After a couple of hours, we were just lying down on her couch still not talking, but she was the first to talk.

-I won’t return to work for you…

-Why?

- I don’t want to be your secretary and your mistress… It will be too much and too painful, besides people will talk. I will work somewhere else.

- Is there any way I can convince you otherwise?

-Nope. - She finally smiled at me and with that I knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful in my life… even if it was wrong.