Page 32 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

As soon as his gaze drops to my legs, memories of the last time I was sitting on his desk rush back to me… I can hear his low groans and my breathless moans in my head.

But those thoughts are gone as soon as they come. I have more important matters to deal with right now. Ones that don’t involve reliving the best orgasms of my life.

Griffin leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I don’t know the right answer you’re looking for, Cora. I just thought you’d want some space after moving in with me, so I gave it to you. I’ve also had important merger contracts to review.”

“First, you fuck me on your desk. Then, you insist that I move in with you. I agree, thinking that maybe this might be good for us. Maybe get to know each other and stop fighting all the time.”

Dark bags circle beneath his eyes, highlighted by his frown. “I didn’t think you’d want to argue with me after I asked you to move in,” he said.

“You told me to stay.” I tilt my head back and look at the ceiling, trying to cool the frustration and hurt coursing through my veins before this conversation turns into another argument. “I’m tired of always arguing with you and avoiding each other. I thought staying with you would give us another option.”

“And what option do you want?” His voice is strangled, as if he has to force the words out. “Because I know exactly what I want from you, but I don’t think you’re on the same page.”

My entire body warms at the look he gives me. There is an accusation there, but of what I’m not entirely sure.

Maybe it’s the accusation that I’m a coward.

I know I am. I could have tried to fix things between us a long time ago.

I’ve been secretly attracted to him since I started working for him, and maybe I could have at least tried to become his friend.

Instead, I’ve wasted too much time focusing on the past and holding onto an anger that I thought I had overcome long ago.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on him in many years, the day he walked into the office looking like a model straight out of a magazine.

His suit hugged his toned body in all the right places, and his chiseled face exuded confidence and charm.

Even then, I couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

But perhaps it was the night he asked me to dance, both of us tipsy and needing an escape, that I realized there was something more between us…

And when he kissed me on the dance floor, it was like everything else faded away.

I’m aware that admitting my feelings would mean risking everything, and I’m not ready to take that leap. But now, his absence is affecting me.

It’s like the more he pulls away, the more I find myself thinking about him.

Griffin gives a sharp nod and returns his attention to his work. “That silence tells me all that I need to know. I thought giving you space would give you time to think about what’s happening between us, but it’s clear that you don’t care.”

I stand and stride over to the windows, taking a moment to gather myself.

The scene below is a lively tapestry of urban life from the office building's window.

The bustling street is a river of activity, with people of all ages and backgrounds moving with purpose.

I see some of our own associates rushing by with trays of coffee, and interns follow close behind with boxes of files to work on.

If I had taken a job elsewhere, I’d be among the bustling crowd on the streets right now.

I wouldn’t be standing in my boss’s office trying to figure out how to tell him how I feel… without ruining everything.

If luck wasn’t on my side, I might ruin any chance of maintaining a civil relationship with Griffin.

Or, even worse, I could jeopardize what might have been the most significant relationship of my life.

I want a roadmap with clear directions, but I only have a foggy path ahead. I really wish someone could just tell me what to do and how to feel.

It’s like my mind is a tangled mess, and I need help unraveling it to find the right way… if there is one.

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