The offer

I could describe the way home in a single word. AWKWARD. I pretended to sleep all the way on the plane, just not to have to talk about the events of the last 24 hours, and I hopped into a taxi at the airport before Dereck could pick up his luggage.

But unfortunately, sooner or later came Monday morning, and if we didn't even meet in the hallway, the fact that I had to report weekly in his office, didn't change. He's my boss.

In fact, I've explained to him several times in recent months ,why I don't want a „work relationship", as well as the fact that it only happened because of the influence of alcohol, which happened. Since he didn't beg for us to go out, and wasn't even called obsessively, I booked in myself that everything would go back to normal.

After all, he's not the kind of man to blackmail me for a stray one-night stand… by either taking responsibility for my actions and marrying him or ruining my life ... that's only happening in soap operas.

„You'll either be mine or I'll fire you."

Okay… I think we can safely say that I'm a poor judge of character….

„What?"

I tried to disguise my panic with the widest smile, as I gripped the reports nervously on the brown leather sofa in the director's office.

„ You raped me, take responsibility."

„I was drunk!"

"Even when you throw the glass in the shop window drunk, you are still the one who did it, and you have to pay for the repair."

„ But it was just sex!"

„4 sex."

„You did not object… anyway, this 21st century, people fuck right to left, I did not take your virginity! You can't force me to do that."

„ Really… then I have an offer."

„What kind of offer?"

"You'll be with me for a year, and if I can make you happy we'll get married."

„Ha… and if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll fire you, and as you know, the effect of your dismissal would be that you'll never be able to get a job in this profession, but of course… your life is your decision."

„Offer, huh? This sounds like blackmailing to me… How can you sleep at night?"

„On my stomach."

"Ah…Jesus…"

'Every word bounces off him. I'm so fucked. Chess mat. How did the fuck did the sweet mentor become a fucking blackmailer pervert?'

„No one can find out from the company…"

„Of course we maintain the appearance of an employment relationship, but sooner or later they will find out anyway… I will try to make it happen only later…"

"I'll say in advance, I'm not the kind girlfriend type… and since you've forced me into this" relationship, "don't expect much love from me."

I said as coldly and harshly as I could.

„Exactly my type…"

"Ugh…"

I rolled my eyes, then stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind me. I could have exploded with rage.

Luckily, there was a monthly evaluation meeting on Friday. All that floated before my eyes was that the meeting would be a success, then my boss would submit the application for my permanent admission and I look forward to a happy gray everyday life.

Repeating this, I tried not to crack my phone when I saw the SMS that…

'And you're moving in with me.'

This is already smoothly categorized as a sex slave… I was so angry all day that I couldn't even eat… I could only calm down when I got to my "boyfriend's house" and a shirtless Greek god opened the door. Then I remembered how good he was in bed… and I've already failed my role as a moral woman anyway… so I dropped my coat on the floor and threw myself on him.

"I thought you didn't like this relationship…"

He said between two kisses on the couch.

„Shut up and fuck me!"

I dropped my blouse and Dereck bit my neck with a laugh.