Trapped With My Cold Obssessed Boss

Chapter 3

The following morning was Monday, my first day of work. I woke up lacking the zeal to go to work, the excitement wasn't there because I couldn't fight off the embarrassment that filled me whenever I recalled what happened last night. How was I going to face my new boss?

I quickly got ready in a simple black skirt and white shirt that fitted my body in a way my big boobs wouldn't be too prominent, I made sure to look modest.

After having breakfast alone, I sat and waited for him for a few minutes. Finally, I heard his footsteps approaching, with a quick breathing exercise, I stood up with a professional smile plastered on my face.

As soon as my eyes fell on him, memories from last night flooded my head and my face turned red and hot like a cooked lobster. He looked even better than last night, he wore a pair of black suit with a thick black coat that flew behind him as he walked. His hair was neatly combed to the back compared to the hot mess from yesterday.

I couldn't stop staring, he looked too good.

Then my eyes fell on the figure that walked beside him, a woman, she had her hand wrapped around his arm and she smiled at him so affectionately, like a lover.

Was she…his wife?

!!!

He had a woman in his life and still tried to do that to me yesterday! I pinched my sides to hide my shock as I forced my smile to remain because I could feel it slipping off as I stared at the approaching couple.

Not only was my handsome boss a pervert, he was a cheater too!

I remained standing while looking at them with a smile as they approached, just when they got to where I stood, I prepared myself to offer my morning greetings but as I opened my mouth, the couple walked past me like I wasn't there.

Embarrassed, I slowly closed my mouth, grabbed my bag and ran after them. I could very much understand his wife's nonchalance but why was my boss acting like he wasn't the same man who had tried to touch me last night?

Thinking about this made me feel so stupid. I wasn't comfortable with this thought and planned on confronting him when I had the chance to.

How could I have even let him touch a skin on my body? Disgusting!

We entered his car, I sat next to the driver while the couple sat together at the back. On our way to the company, his wife wouldn't stop talking and she spoke so sweetly to him while he remained quiet and cold.

We finally arrived at the company, my new place of work. It was a really tall building and as we stepped in, I was burning with excitement on the inside. I, who didn't graduate college, would work at such a prestigious place. No more minor part-time jobs, this felt solid with a fat salary too.

The company's lobby was beautiful and sophisticated, a perfect work environment. It had people dressed corporately and as we walked by, they all stopped to greet my boss. I felt thrilled and proud of myself.

We used the elevator that took us to the CEO’s floor and as I stood behind them, I watched the way his wife clinged unto him, she must really love him so much. How sad. I continued watching them, wondering if I should tell her about what happened last night or not.

I wasn't sure yet but I would think about it before coming to a conclusion.

We arrived and the elevator opened with a ting sound, we arrived at his office and I eyed the secretary who immediately stood up to greet him. She grabbed a file and ran after him while updating him about something I didn't understand and she left his office when she was finished, leaving just myself and the lovey-dovey couple in the office.

I remained standing by the door, forced to watch the couple get affectionate for straight three minutes before his wife finally left, leaving just the both of us behind.

Now was the perfect time to confront him and to inquire about my work space because I couldn't keep standing by the door forever.

“About last night, can I ask?" I started as I walked towards his desk, trying to sound as polite as I could.

“Go on." Was his response, with his eyes glued to his computer. This was his first word to me today.

“How could you think of doing that when you had a wife?" I asked, now wondering in my mind if I should have just pretended it never happened. It was too late anyway.

“Do what? Speak clearly." He said, still not looking at me.

I sighed, already feeling exhausted. “You tried to touch me yesterday, you shouldn't have done that!"

He finally stopped looking at the computer and looked up at me instead with his back relaxed on the chair, “I don't know why I did it.” He responded with zero remorse in his eyes.

My frown deepened at the absurdity of his words. “Is that your explanation!" I had lost it. No, he had lost his damn mind!

“I don't owe you any explanation. I can do whatever I want with you however it pleases me, it's part of what you agreed. You signed it on the contract. And Vivienne isn't my wife, she's my fiance.” He concluded and went back to whatever he was doing on his computer.

Before he could finish speaking, I quickly fished out my phone and the shaky hands, I opened the contract that was sent to me via email and skimmed through it, looking for what was written on it that I had missed.

I found it and he was right. The job I agreed to wasn't what I thought it was, the realization that I had made a big mistake was slowly sinking in. My breath had turned shallow, I struggled to breathe as I read what was written.