Cute romantic imagines

Man's world.

I hate my job. I work at a bank and I've been working here for at least a year by now. The worst part was the interview. I was 18, just trying to make my way in the world and get a well paid job. However, I'm living in a man's world. In my interview I was told I'd only get the job provided I sleep with him and attend to his guilty pleasures.

I wouldn't have gone for the job at all, in fact I would've hit the guy and stormed out. However, I have debt to pay off. When I was struggling at 16 I got involved with some bad people, drug dealers. Since then I've been forced to slowly pay back what I owe. So I took the job.

It's been over a year and I'm not even close to being done with my debts. I work with mainly men and I sleep with my boss. You could say I'm living my best life (note the sarcasm there).

I've been feeling sick for the past week. Not a good sign if you ask me. I'm going to take a pregnancy test during my break in the morning and if it's positive I don't know what I'll do. I hate my boss with every inch of my body.

I get into work, my hands trembling knowing I have a test in my bag. I knew if I took it at home I wouldn't be able to ever come into work again.

Work is unsurprisingly busy on this Friday morning. My boss is ordering me around constantly and flirting with me the next time.

My break rolls around and I make my way to the bathroom. It takes around 5 minutes to work so I wait sitting hoping for some good news. If I have this baby, it will cost a ton of money. I'll have to share custody with the man I hate. If anything he may file for full custody and I can't do that, not knowing what happens to my own child and being forbidden to see it would be torture. Not having the baby would mean nothing changes and I have to keep going on like this.

Soon enough the five minutes are over...

Positive.

Shit.

I quickly compose myself and look at what I've become in the mirror. I'm wearing a white blouse with a grey jacket and skirt, black tights and heels. I have blonde hair, tied back into a pony tail, I'm definitely your average secretary. I'm sure half the people in this bank knows we are sleeping together. If only they knew the truth behind it.

I don't want this baby. That's clear. But I'll leave it to my boss, Carlos, to his reaction on what I plan to do.

With shaking legs, I managed to get back to my desk positioned outside Carols' office. I slowly knock on the door once. It's how he will know it's me, usually it's for hook ups but if only he knew everything was about to change for us both.

I walk in and he gets up with a smirk on his face. Oh how that makes me want to throw up even more than I do now. He gets up from his chair and makes his way around the desk to greet me with a hug, only this hug includes his hands groping my ass.

"Not right now." I say lightly pushing him off me so he doesn't get mad.

"What is it?" He says disappointed he won't get any action I assume.

I decide not to say anything and just pass the pregnancy stick to him. It lays in his hands as he stares at it shocked. He doesn't say anything. Minutes go by and I begin to become annoyed, this dick has managed to get me pregnant and then acts like it's the worst thing in the world.

I storm out of his office with my middle finger in the air as he calls my name. I decide to take a shift at the front desk so Carlos can't reach me.

"Hi, how can I help you?" I ask as a man approaches the front desk.

"I'm here to make a large withdrawal." He says quietly and unsure.

"No problem." I reply as he slips over his card and into the machine. "Enter your pin, please." He quickly does as he is told and hands over his ID too to prove identity before the withdrawal. "How much?"

"€10,000." He says quietly almost as if he was being watched.

"For a withdrawal of that amount, please state your reason." I say surprised by the amount he wishes to withdraw. It's prob the biggest amount anyone has requested to withdrawal at this bank that I've dealt with, though I'm sure others that have worked her for as long has had something similar.

Just as he begins to speak I notice the package crate being wheeled into the bank per usual. I'm not fully sure what it contains considering that isn't my speciality here. I'm just the slutty secretary. Suddenly the box opens and 6 men wearing red suits and masks jump out of the crate. I'm pretty sure that's not what's usually in there.

They all pull out guns and fire them in the air as a warning. Everyone screams and kneels on the floor. I freeze unsure if I should press the emergency button. It's as if they read my mind and two people storm towards me and my co workers that work behind the front desk.

I'm grabbed by my arm with Marco and I'm thrown onto the floor. Instinctively I protect my stomach when I land on the floor. I get onto my knees and place my hands up along with everyone else.

I see Carlos pushed into the room with us as the robbers chase everyone around. I'm suddenly picked up and shoved in line with Carlos. I see others being lined up with us as at least two people surround us pointing guns. I feel my hands shake and my eyes tear up.

"Listen carefully and you'll live. You just have to be obedient." A man says taking off his mask.

I study his face carefully. To me, he looks Spanish. With few wrinkles and short dark hair. Nothing in particular makes him any different from a robber. They're likely here for the money in the vault and they're clear out.

Before applying to the job I did some research on bank robberies. I was curious to find out how much danger I could potentially be in considering it's one of the biggest banks in Europe. Men are more likely to rob a ban, however the rates for women are slowly increasing. I'm against crime and murder, however even in that business it's still a man's world. Even the cooking business, I mean who is the most famous chef you have heard of? Gordon Ramsey. Artists? Vincent Van Gogh.

I'm letting my feminist side take over in the middle of a robbery. The point is, I'm living in a man's world. Pregnancy by my boss just because he has power over me, surrounded by, likely men, with guns.

I hate living in a man's world.