“You don’t need to tear my resignation letter into pieces. I’m actually not planning to give it soon.” I was pissed off, a bit.
I stood up and collected my clothes. I put it on again and I also saw my boss on my peripheral vision, doing the same thing.
I looked at him.
He was pretty well made for a man. He was as tall as me, but he had more muscles in him, making him look more grown, more man in a way.
“So you’re still planning to resign after loving what I just did to you?” he said with a mocking tone.
I felt embarrassed for a bit. Damn him! It’s just that when I’m with him, it’s like every reason to stop what we are doing instantly vanishes right away.
And every time we do it, it feels so right though it was so wrong.
Maybe this is also the reason why other men turn into bisexual
