***** Alexsa POV *****
Do I love Michael ?
Of course I do , why wouldn't I ?
Ummm , because he's your boss ? All he is supposed to do is give you a paycheck.
I know , but I have fallen .. hard. And we made love about 3 , maybe 4 times. OH ! I love him !
No you don't , trust me.
Yes I do.
No you don't , Alex. I'm just telling it like I see it. Trust yo damn self.
But I can't. I don't make LOVE to people I haven't fallen for. So shut up Alexsa !
OKAY , I need to stop talking to myself. WELL , YOUR OWN DAMN CONSCIENCE CAN TELL YOU MORE THAN YO STUPID FRIENDS ! Okay , whatever. I really need to stop before I get ghetto on myself.
Wait , what ? Forget it. I'll just-
And all of a sudden my phone rings. Oh shit , it's Michael. "Hello ?" I answer. "Alexsa ! I 'm so glad you called." And then my phone rings again. This time, it's Mary. "Hello ?" I answer. “Alexsa Morris ! Where have you been ? How come I haven’t seen my best friend or my boss in , like , 2 weeks ? What the hell’s going on ? Huh ?!?” She exclaims. Before she says anything else , I cut her off. “Mary ! Calm down ! Stop yelling at me !”
“Huh ?”
“Mary !” I exclaim. “Stop it , please.”
I hear her take a couple breaths and then say , “Ok. Anyways , how haven’t you called me or texted me ? I was so worried , Alex. Don’t do that again , okay ?” She says , sounding like she’s about to cry. “Mary. Mary , don’t cry. I’m sorry I haven’t tried to get in contact with you. We’ve been gone for a week?” I ask her.
“Well , almost. What the hell are you guys doing ? Where are you at ?” She asks way more calmly.
“Uh , I am at home , waiting for Mr. Burkley to pick me up He says it a surprise of something.” “What do you mean ?” She asks. “I don’t know , to be honest.” “Watch your goddamn back. Do you understand that ? I may be your supervisor , but I’m also your friend that cares. You remember what I told you about him , right ?”
Well shit. I can’t tell her anything about this then , at least right now.
“Uh Mary , he’s calling me. I have to talk to you later.” I told her. I’m really scared that she might find out. OMG, she’s gonna kill me. “Ok. See ya.” And she hangs up. I wipe some sweat off my forehead. This anxiety is killing me. I click over to the other line. “Hello ? Michael ?”
No answer.
“Michael ?”
No answer.
I know he’s on the phone. I can hear him breathing and the call didn’t end while I was on the phone with Mary.
“Michael ! Ugh ! Answer me. Hello ?” I say. “Hi.” He says back. “Why aren’t you answering me ?”
***** Michael POV *****
Should I tell her ? Yes. "Alexsa , this has been bothering me for a while , and this ... feeling that I have is scaring the hell out of me, to be honest with you. I’m not supposed to have feelings for any woman. You’re not even my Sub and I had sex with you .. FOUR TIMES. Although I do not regret it; sex with you is amazing, I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. I love you for who you are , though , not just your body. I wish I could hold you every night and tell you so. But no , I’m trying to let all of this go. But I could never get rid of my stance in society. Being a Dominant is my life , and it has been for a long time.All-“
“So what are you trying to say ?” She says , cutting me off.
“In order for this to work, I need you to be my Submissive. Even when we went to the club to visit my associates , they thought you were my Sub anyway. But , in order for this to be ... right for me , you have to be my Submissive."
Silence.
“Michael , what ? No. Absolutely not. We’ll just stop having sex then. I can't give up my life to something like that. ABSOLUTELY NOT, I'm sorry."
I had a feeling she was going to say that.
***** Alexsa POV *****
“I understand. I totally understand your boundaries when it comes to men. But don’t you see ? I told you I was a Dom , and we ended up having sex twice after that. I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t.”
“Well , Michael. I can’t be a Submissive. I wouldn’t even know what to do or how to do anything with being one.”
“That’s the thing ! I can teach you. Just one thing; NO ONE can find this out. Are you going to think about it ?” He asks me.
“I .. don’t know. This is giving up my life , my freedom , just to belonging to one guy.”
“I understand. If you want to keep this the way it was supposed to be , then that’s fine with me.” He tells me. “Strictly business , you mean.” I remind him. “Yes , Ms. Morris.”
“I think that would be the best thing.”
He sighs and says , “Ok.” And he was about to hang up but I just got to say one more thing. "Hey wait."
“Yes , Alexsa ?” I will never get tired of this man saying my name. “I .. love you too.” He laughs a little. "I'm glad you finally say those words." And he hangs up. I smile , because I know he believes me.
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My Boss & His Personal Assistant
Non-FictionAlexsa Morris-- a 27 year old living in Memphis , Tennessee. Ever since she moved there 4 years ago she's still learning things about the city. Her handsome boss caught her attention as she started working at Music Enterprise , and apparently he fel...