I Used AI Pics to Date My Online BF, and He Turned Out to Be My Boss!

"Babe, I'm wearing the lingerie you bought me." While slacking off at work, I ducked into the bathroom, unbuttoned my blouse, and sent a provocative photo to my online boyfriend. "You're so hot, babe!" I looked at his instant reply and broke into a satisfied smile before I continued typing. "Is my puppy being a good boy and wearing the collar? Misbehaving gets you punished, you know." I buttoned my blouse back up, unable to hide the excitement in my eyes. We had been in this online relationship for six months. I used AI-generated photos, and he never showed his face, but we were both obsessed with each other's scorching-hot bodies. I was particularly captivated by his eight-pack abs and muscular chest, which made my heart race every single time I saw them. As I walked out of the bathroom, my phone chimed. "Your puppy is very obedient." I smiled and opened the image he sent. It was a photo of his bare upper body clad in a black shirt, the buttons undone and splayed wide to reveal his torso. Around his neck was the collar I had meticulously picked out for him, custom-engraved with the words My Puppy. A leash rested against his solid, well-defined chest muscles. The phone chimed again with another photo. In this one, he had intentionally moved his muscles closer to the lens while holding the leash out in front of the camera, accompanied by a message. Puppy: Master, you must hold the leash tight. These muscles are too hard; you might have trouble staying on top. I blushed and was about to reply when I caught sight of a very familiar fountain pen in the corner of the photo. It was a custom pen provided exclusively to our company employees, and the company logo was clearly engraved on the barrel. The logo on the pen in the photo was unmistakable. My hands froze. After exchanging gifts for so long, we knew the general vicinity of where we lived but had yet to exchange exact addresses. However, at that moment, I realized with a jolt that my online boyfriend was my colleague. Looking at our chat history, I wanted to crawl into a hole and pretend I didn't exist in this company. "Hey! Nina, why are you staring blankly by the bathroom door?" I jumped, startled back to reality, and looked up to see my colleague, Andrew, wearing his usual bright smile. "Nothing. I'm heading back." I walked away quickly. Now that I knew my online boyfriend also worked here, everyone looked suspicious. Andrew was particularly suspicious; while I hadn't seen his abs, his fit physique was clearly visible beneath his straining shirt. To make matters worse, he was wearing a black shirt today—the exact same style as the one in the photo. I returned to my cubicle, completely distracted, only to find my phone flooded with his messages. Puppy: Babe? Puppy: Babe, why aren't you answering? Did I do something wrong? Puppy: Are my muscles no longer enough to please you? Puppy: Are you seeing someone else? Are you done with your puppy? Puppy: Please don't play these games with me, babe. You're driving me nuts! My hand trembled as I held the phone, and I quickly explained to him, saying I was dealing with work stuff just now, and that I loved his response. Puppy: Really? It was a short, curt sentence. No "babe", no affection. I could tell he was angry. Although he didn't know what I actually looked like, and I wasn't afraid he'd track me down, I didn't want him causing a scene in the office, so I quickly tried to soothe him. "Of course. You're my best, most obedient little puppy, aren't you?" He replied with a puppy smile emoji. Puppy: Yes, my dearest Master. These were the kinds of flirtatious lines we usually exchanged. Under normal circumstances, I would have happily continued the banter, but right now, I was in no mood for it. I hurriedly sent one last message, telling him I had to get back to work. I locked my phone, hoping for a moment of peace, but no sooner had I sat down than a work notification popped up on my computer screen from our CEO, Abel. Abel: Come to my office. I shuddered. I remembered seeing him this morning, wearing a black shirt under his suit jacket—the fabric looked identical to the one in the photo.