Page 5 of Insufferable Boss

“But he’s the CEO, right?”

“Right,” I agreed slowly.

She gave me a look. “That would make him your boss.”

I glared at her.

"Correct me if I’m wrong, but you have to work for two years before those rights are vested to you, and before then, you’ll be working under him, right?”

I grabbed the pillow and put it over my face. I would have screamed into it, but I didn’t have the energy.

She couldn’t care less about my sudden realization of the horrid situation that was awaiting and was instead spinning her own fantasies.

“So… you once watched him have sex with someone. And both of you remember this. Hmm… Was he good, by the way? Did the girl look like she was enjoying herself?”

“Way too much,” I spat angrily. “I couldn’t get her stupid whimpering out of my head for years after that.”

“Wow, sounds like he made a massive impression on you?” she asked.

I threw the pillow aside. “No, he didn’t. All I remember is that supercilious, arrogant, uncaring smirk on his face when he caught sight of me. I turned around and hurried the hell out of there as soon as I could, but as I was in the corridor I heard her, you know, reach her grand finale.”

She laughed. “She was loud, huh?”

“The volume was just freaking ridiculous.”

“Is he an attractive person?” Without waiting for my response, she retrieved her phone and started to Google him.

"Don't," I groaned, but she didn't listen.

"I need to put a face to him," she mumbled and continued. In no time, she found his pictures and began to scroll through them, her eyes widening with every passing second.

“Wow,” she gasped.

Shaking my head in defeat, I got off the bed and returned to my packing.

"How old was he when you walked in on him?" she asked, her eyes still glued to her phone.

I thought back to the past. "I was eighteen.”

"He's thirty-one now," she said. "And you're twenty-six, so back then he was…"

She lifted her gaze to do the math.

"Twenty-three," I supplied.

She nodded. "Yeah. Twenty-three. Damn."

"Damn what?"

"I'm sorry Lena, but judging by these photos, and if he is still as delectable as he was back then…"

I stopped and waited for her to complete her statement, my eyes narrowing in warning.

"I’m going to make a prediction right now. You're either going to have a hell of a time there, or it's going to be a complete nightmare of cold showers for two years."

Annoyance surged through me at her words but rather than rage at her for mentioning the possibility, I decided to be rational.

"Ugh… I'd rather cut off my arm," I said calmly.

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