I sit at my desk disappointed. In myself more than anything. I'm a married man fucking with one of my employees. Mother always told me about adultery and how it was the worst sin because you're "killing someone's spirit, stealing someone's pride." But she never told me the affects it had on the one commenting it. I feel so bad that I'm breaking apart my family like this, but it feels so right to touch Ryan.
He walks into my office looking soulless, he sits in the chair in front of me.
"Hi Michael, are you okay today? You don't look so well."
"It's sir to you and I'm fine."
I didn't mean to say it so viciously, I see the pain fill his eyes. It hurts me too. I shouldn't take out my anger with myself on him.
"Are you sure you're okay? Do you need anything?"
"WHAT I NEED IS FOR YOU TO MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE FAGGOT."
He picked up his things and left.
After work I'm going to blistini and I'm ordering hella drinks. I feel so bad for talking to him that way.
At 3 am I'm super drunk and I call him until he picks up.
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Sex with the Boss
FantasyThis story is about a young man who walks into his boss's office and things go for an unexpected turn.
