Page 8 of Lovesick

“Don’t swallow,” he demanded, his jaw tight. His hand came up to my face, and he pushed two fingers into my mouth, coating them with his cum. “You’d do anything for me.”

It wasn’t a question. He knew I would, and so I stayed silent. Not that I was able to speak anyway. I had his fingers in my mouth, his cum mixing with my saliva as he slid them along my tongue.

His eyes darkened as he watched me, completely mesmerized by the way I obeyed without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. He pulled his fingers from my mouth slowly, and smeared the wetness across my lower lip, his thumb following to press against my chin, keeping my mouth slightly open.

“Now swallow,” he ordered, softer this time, but no less commanding.

I did, eyes still locked on his. He pushed his semi-hard cock back into his pants before standing up and leaning in to drag me up by the arms until I was standing between his tall frame and his desk. His hands gripped my waist.

His eyes searched my face, and that anger he seemed to only feel for me was back. His jaw ticked under his stubble. “You’ll walk out of this office like nothing happened.”

Another demand. There was no room for me to argue, but I didn’t want to, anyway.

I simply nodded.

His grip on my waist tightened for a split second before he took a step back, hitting his chair with the back of his knees. “Get back to work, Emilia. And wipe that look off your face.”

I furrowed my brows, unable to move just yet. “What look?”

His expression turned sharp, and I knew what he was about to say would hurt me deeply. I braced myself, ready to hear him say another cruel thing.

“The one that makes you look hopeful that this means more.”

My stomach dropped the way it always did when he punched me right in the heart, mercilessly.

He didn’t stop there.

“You’re not special, Emilia. Don’t confuse getting used for pleasure with being wanted.”

I stood there, frozen, the sting of his words hitting hard. He said it so easily. No emotions, no care.

“Now, leave. And close the door on your way out.”

I finally managed to get my legs to work, and I walked around his desk and toward the door before he could see more emotions he’d reject.

3

EMILIA

Leann looked worried. Her eyes searching my face as I sat across from her at one of the round tables in the break room. I held my cup of coffee with both hands, nervously tapping it with my fingertips.

After leaving Dean’s office, the strangest feeling settled deep in my chest. It was a mix of realization and acceptance, and a tiny bit of shame. I couldn’t tell Leann about it. Simply because we weren’t that tight, and opening up about being desperately in love with our boss would only make things worse.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Leann asked, brows punched as she studied me. “I can tell there’s something wrong, and I’m a pretty good listener. And I also give very good advice. Well, most times. But, try me,” she said, her frown turning into a smile.

I studied her for a while and smiled tightly. “There’s just a lot going on in my life at the moment.” Which wasn’t a lie. Maybe if I kept talking cryptically she could actually help me and give me some advice.

Leann nodded like she understood, even if she didn’t. “Work stuff?”

I shrugged. “Work. Life. Everything in between. It’s all kind of…tangled.”

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “Well, if it helps, I’ve been through a couple of thoseeverything’s a messseasons. Usually means something big is about to shift.”

“Shift how?”

“Depends.” She smiled faintly. “Sometimes the universe gives you a sign. Other times, it just drags you into the chaos until you come out the other side stronger—or at least wiser.”

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