MERCY

o n e

D A R I A N

"Come in," she said.

I was instantly faced with the view of Rosaline's black hair and white headband on the top of her head. I could see her jet-black blazer from the little view of the wine-red swivel chair she was seated on.

'She's wasting my time' Why isn't she facing me, she called me to her office after hours, is it, not that urgent?

There are blue seats in her mainly black and red office, the only furniture that stands out, visitors and workers always sit in them but I'll keep standing, I blankly looked at the only window in the room to see her already staring at me from the reflection of the window that she was facing, then she quickly swivelled around and her hair followed diligently.

I could see her cleavage from her tight-fitting blazer. Adjusting my voice I coughed and sat down already feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks taking the form of a blush.

"Thank you for coming, take a seat," she said.

I paused in awe for a second, she's a pretty thing if only she weren't such a bitch.

'All she had to say to me was take a seat? This woman... She calls me to her office wasting my time and can't even get to the point.'

"Excuse me, ma'am, but it's after hours, and I've left my wife and kids at home,"

"It'll only take a minute," Rosaline replied with a smile, gesturing for me to come closer.

As I approached my seat, I couldn't help but notice how she was studying me and despite her professional attire, I couldn't help but admire her beauty.

"Have some water, you seem nervous," she said sliding me a bottle across the desk.

I drank too quickly and started coughing.

"Let me help you, I know how to fix that," Rosaline said unbuttoning her blazer, concern in her voice as she leaned closer.

Before I could respond, my phone buzzed in my pocket. "Excuse me, Rosaline, it's my wife calling. I'll be back tomorrow morning if that's alright."

But Rosaline was nowhere to be seen when I looked up from my phone. Confused, I answered the call from my wife, Lila, discussing our upcoming holiday plans.

Suddenly, I felt a hand tugging at my trousers under the table. Startled, I looked down to see Rosaline, her expression mischievous as she motioned for me to keep quiet.

"Darian, are you there?" Lila's voice brought me back to reality.

"Yes, honey, I'm here," I replied, trying to keep my composure as Rosaline unzipped my trousers.

As Rosaline's advances became more intense, I struggled to resist her temptation, torn between guilt and desire. Eventually, I gave in unable to resist any longer.

"Darian are you even listening"

"Yeah... Of course, honey" My voice was coming out shaky I was enjoying this too much maybe even more because my wife was on the line unknowingly.

I ended the call with Lila quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed anything. But as Rosaline's salty lips met mine, I knew I wanted more.

As things escalated between us, I knew she planned this from the start, I should've been angry but in that moment, I found myself unable to resist every part of her.

. . .
I watched Rosaline clasp her bra back on and put on her shirt and heels while pulling her skirt down. I was starting to feel the regret I had felt before, I fucked my boss, and I cheated on my wife.