You're My Boss.

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙

รɦαω

His hold over me is inescapable. Riel must be making a deliberate attempt to bring every ounce of lust stirring inside me to the surface. I can't seem to rid the image of those prefectly pouty lips of his out of my head.

I have flashes back to Riel pulling his fingers between his lips as the glaze of the sticky bun he's eating plays up their blush pink color. I really hadn't the slightest clue what I was getting myself into when I got those sticky buns for him.

He lifts his eyes to mine, smiling as he sucks the carmel glaze from his index finger. He must be testing me, seeing how far he can send me over the edge before I lose the mastery I have over myself and give into each and every crude desire I feel for him.

I splash cold water onto my face and let go of the deep breath that I have been holding.

I screw up my eyes, trying not to see my shameful actions in the mirror as I peek at the hefty tent in my pants. I lower my hand to my boxers, feeling my hard member. I know that what I am about about to do is so wrong but I could not stop myself. I remember clearly the delicate blend of softness and temptation of Riel's lips as they parted, stretched, his mouth opening in a gentle pucker. Eyes bright as he narrows just the right sultry stare at me. I keep that image of Riel in my mind as I find the right stroke.

My release runs over the back of my hand like molten silver, hot, intense and overwhelming, leaving me spent and breathless.

I don't think I will be able to look Riel in the eyes tomorrow. How would I? I turned such an innocent thing into something sexual.

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I jump off my bed to the floor that's tilting beneath my feet. An awful wave of dizziness washes over me and I grasp for balance as against the mattress. I grab for the water on the nightstand but the glass falls out of my suddenly clammy hands.

I stagger out to the hallway, nearly avoiding the snaky trail of scattered glass around me.
A dull ache grabs hold of my left arm as I try to keep myself upright. I take a step back to breathe, counting each of my snappy inhales and exhales. Soon my entire body starts to feel faint. I graze my back against the cold wall, sheer terror gripping me as I fall to the floor. As I struggle to stay conscious, I make peace with the fact I will drop dead to the floor in a manner of seconds and there's no one who cares enough to come looking for me.

Maybe my friends will find me when the business deals need signing.

Maybe my family will find me when the credit card companies ring them up for their monthly payment.

Maybe my fianceé will find me when it's time to fool everyone about how happily in love we're.

I always imagined dying lonely but I never thought I would face loneliness like this, certainly not now, not at this age.

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The thick scent of sterile air and faint smell of alcohol drags me back to consciousness.
It takes a moment but I finally manage to get my eyes open. I try to look around, but a harsh white light pierces my skull, stunning my eyes. I lift my hand to shield them but my effort is resisted by the wires tugging me to the bed.

I gaze at the trail of an IV line leading to a fluid bag suspended over my head. Blinking away the blurriness, I begin to take in my surroundings.