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Yes, ah, I sucked my boss’s dick right after he gave me the best orgasm of my life. It was wonderful, yes, I’m still sore today from his massive tool, 10/10, no complaints.
Seems insane.
I flip the box open and scream.
It goes clattering to the floor as I step away, covering my mouth with both hands.
“That wasn’t real!” I say, my head feeling light and dizzy. “Oh my god. That wasn’t real. But actually, I think it might’ve been real!”
I get on my hands and knees and turn the box over again.
The most beautiful diamond engagement ring I’ve ever seen stares at me like a venomous snake.
It’s simple. I’d expect nothing less from Declan Whelan. But the rock is clearly wildly expensive. It’s an exquisitely made piece.
5. Put on the ring.
This is crazy. This is totally insane. What is happening? Did he propose to me in a note? One that also ordered me to get his dry cleaning? Does he feel guilty about having sex with me and is this his way of doing the right thing?
“Absolutely not,” I say, snapping the box shut and shoving it into my little clutch. “This can’t be happening. This makes no sense!”
I’m dizzy. I must be dreaming. But no, I’m awake, and I don’t know what to do.
I’m panicking, but I manage to remember his gym bag as I hurry away from his apartment, the engagement ring like a ticking bomb in my mind.
Chapter 5
Declan
My assistant never came to work today.
It’s the first time since I hired Casey that she didn’t show up.
She’s taken PTO, but this is different.
I can’t concentrate. All afternoon, I keep thinking about her. I’m such a wreck. My brain’s a mess. This is why I avoided crossing that line for so long.
When she was younger, it was easy to act like she didn’t exist.
There were the occasional status reports, but otherwise?
Casey was just a project humming away in the background.
But now she’s addictive and dangerous.
I never should have hired her. That was my first mistake. Life was fine when I kept everything compartmentalized. Work, family, Casey…
Then I never should have opened that box, never should have pictured what she’d look like in lingerie, never should haveimagined her squirming with pleasure as I slide that vibrator deep into her pussy…
This has always been my problem.
I have to be disciplined. I learned that at a very young age. If I’m not, my broken brain will run in circles, obsessing and fixating, and I won’t be able to function.
Which is why everything must be in its proper place. My apartment, my work, my entire life.
Otherwise, chaos destroys me.
Taking Casey out to dinner last night broke all my rules.
