Boss Kissed Secretary

I was trying to lock the door to prevent any potential theft when I turned around and saw Louis holding a bottle of red wine. To my astonishment, he had already downed the entire bottle. What the heck? That was incredibly fast.

Panic surged through me as I rushed over to him, my heart pounding. "Louis, no!" I exclaimed, grabbing the empty bottle from his unsteady hands. The situation was spiraling out of control, and I had to act quickly to prevent further chaos.

Panic surged through me as I rushed over to him, my heart pounding. "Louis, no!" I exclaimed, grabbing the empty bottle from his unsteady hands. The situation was spiraling out of control, and I had to act quickly to prevent further chaos.

Louis squinted at me, his eyes narrowing in a mix of annoyance and defiance. "Hey, hey! You can't just take it like that!" he protested, his voice slurred but assertive. "I'm your boss, you know! I'm in charge here, and I want that bottle back!"

I stared at him, dumbfounded by his stubbornness. "Louis, you've had more than enough. I'm not giving you the bottle back. You need to stop drinking before you really make a mess of things."

He staggered a bit, trying to reach for the bottle as I held it out of his grasp. "But I was just getting started! You don't understand. I'm trying to celebrate, and you're ruining it. You're supposed to follow my lead, not control me!"

I shook my head, exasperation clear in my voice. "This isn't about following your lead; it's about keeping you safe. I'm not letting you drink any more tonight. You've had enough sir! 

Louis's frustration suddenly gave way to deeper anguish. Without warning, he dropped to his knees, the empty bottle rolling away from his grasp. His face crumpled as he began to cry, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs.

"Why?!" he yelled through his tears. "Why in the world did she leave me? I gave Priscilla everything! Everything!"

His outburst was raw and heartbreaking. I knelt beside him, trying to offer some comfort despite the chaos of the situation. "Louis, it's okay," I said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm here. Just breathe, alright? We'll get through this."

But he continued to cry, his sobs filled with a profound sense of betrayal and loss. "I thought I was doing everything right," he lamented, his voice breaking. "I worked so hard, tried to be the best husband. I thought if I provided everything she needed, if I was always there for her, it would be enough. But it wasn't. It wasn't enough…"

He looked up at me, his eyes red and desperate. "And then I found out she was with him—my best friend. I trusted him like a brother, and she… she went behind my back with him. How could she do that to me? After everything I gave up, everything I sacrificed…"

His voice trembled with pain, and I could see the depth of his pain. "I thought we had something real, something strong. But it all meant nothing. How can I ever trust again? How can I ever believe in anything?"

I felt a pang of sympathy as I watched him unravel. "Louis, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine how painful that must be. Betrayal like that cuts deep. You deserve to be treated with respect and love."

He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "I just feel so lost," he admitted, his voice cracking with emotion. "Everything I thought was solid has shattered. I don't know how to move on from this, how to rebuild. It feels like my whole world has collapsed."

I reached out, gently squeezing his shoulder. "Louis, I understand that it feels like everything is falling apart right now. But this is a moment, not your entire life. It's okay to grieve, to feel hurt. But you don't have to go through this alone."

He looked at me with a deep sense of vulnerability. "I thought we had forever. I thought that all the love and effort I put in would make us strong. And now… now I don't even know who I am without her. I gave up so much for her. How do I just pick up the pieces?"

I took a deep breath, trying to provide some clarity. "You're not defined by this pain, Louis. You're a person with worth and strength, even if it feels like it's all been taken away right now. It's okay to feel broken, but don't lose sight of who you are. In time, you'll find yourself again, and you'll learn to trust and love once more."

His eyes were filled with gratitude, though the pain was still evident. "Thank you, Claire. It means a lot to know someone understands, even if just for tonight. I didn't expect you to be here, to be so supportive."

I nodded, offering a comforting smile. "You're welcome. I'm here because I care, and because everyone needs someone in their corner when things get tough. Let's focus on getting you through tonight, and we'll face tomorrow when it comes."

He took a shuddering breath, trying to compose himself. "Alright. I'll try. It's just hard to see a way forward right now."

I helped him to his feet, guiding him gently towards his room. "One step at a time, sir. You'll be fine. And maybe someday you will find someone that will take this pain away. 

I pushed open the door to his room, and I was immediately struck by its sheer size. My entire apartment wouldn't even cover a quarter of this room. 

I guided him inside and carefully helped him remove his shoes and loosen his tie. His exhaustion was evident, and I wanted to make him as comfortable as possible. "I'll make some tea for you," I said softly, trying to offer some small comfort amid the chaos of the night.

As I prepared the tea, I took a moment to absorb the grandeur of his surroundings. It was a room designed for someone who had everything, but right now, it was filled with the heavy silence of his grief. I returned with the steaming cup and handed it to him, watching as he took it with a weary but appreciative nod.

After ensuring he had everything he needed, I gently unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt to help him relax further. I stood up and offered him a reassuring smile. "You should try to get some rest. I've done what I can for now. The maids will be here soon to assist you with something else."

I turned to leave, feeling the exhaustion of the long evening settling over me. All I wanted was to get home and collapse into bed. But just as I reached the door, his hand unexpectedly grasped mine.

"Please stay with me, Claire," he murmured in his sleep, his voice tinged with desperation. The plea caught me off guard, and I stood by the door, conflicted. He looked so peaceful now, a stark contrast to the man who had consumed five bottles of wine in one sitting.

Despite my exhaustion and the strong urge to head home, I couldn't bring myself to leave him alone. I walked back into the room, carefully stepping around the sleeping figure. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was a delicate boundary between us—one I needed to respect.

To avoid any potential complications, I chose not to join him in bed. The couch, though far from ideal, seemed like the safest place for me to rest. I settled onto it, making sure it was a good distance from the bed, and draped a blanket over myself.

As I adjusted the blanket, I glanced over at him. He looked so vulnerable and innocent in his sleep, the weight of the night seemingly lifted from his features. 

The couch wasn't exactly comfortable, and sleep came reluctantly. 

I was deep in sleep when I was jolted awake by the sounds coming from my boss. "Priscilla! Please don't leave me!" His voice was desperate, filled with pain and fear.

My heart raced as I quickly got up from the couch and hurried to his side. "Louis, it's just a dream," I said gently, shaking his shoulder. "Please wake up."

His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he just stared at me, confusion and vulnerability mixing in his gaze. Before I could react, he suddenly leaned forward, his lips crashing onto mine.

The kiss was unexpected, urgent, and full of a mix of emotions that left me stunned. My heart raced as I tried to process what was happening.

"Oh damn! He kissed me! Is he kissing me?!" I thought, my mind reeling with shock and confusion. I shut my eyes tight, trying to hold back, determined not to return the kiss. But despite my efforts, his lips on mine were impossible to ignore.

His kiss was electrifying, a mix of alcohol and mint that stirred something deep inside me. As he grabbed me by the waist, I gasped, and he seized the chance to deepen the kiss. My initial resistance began to crumble under the weight of his touch.

"I can't believe this is happening," I thought, my heart racing. The kiss grew more passionate, and despite my confusion and hesitation, I found myself kissing him back. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed me, and I surrendered to the des

ire that surged through me. "I can't stop," I admitted to myself, lost in the heat of the kiss.