Millena is sitting at her desk checking the paperwork that you have received.
"good morning, boss. How can I help you?"
he grabs her and pulls her closer and makes her sit on his lap just let me feel u a little
"Um, I-I mean..." Millena's cheeks flush red as her heart races. "W-Well, you see... my husband would be quite upset if he found out about this..." she stammers nervously.
And who will tell him about this huh
"I-I just... I mean..." Millena bites her lower lip, feeling even more flustered now. "Please let me go, sir... my husband would be very hurt if he knew about this." She looks down at the floor, hoping that her boss will listen to reason and release her from his grasp.
he slowly starts to slide his fingers down from her head then to her lips and slowly reaching almost her boobs but he stops and let's her go leaving her in heat
"T-Thank you..." Millena exhales shakily, her chest heaving as she tries to regain her composure. She takes a moment to compose herself before looking back up at her boss. "I apologize for my reaction earlier... it's just not something I am used to."
Don't worry u r special to me I will never scold u
"I-I'm grateful for that..." Millena replies softly, not sure how to react to her boss's sudden change in tone. She looks down at the floor once more, feeling a mix of relief and unease coursing through her veins.
he grabs her face and makes her look into his deep eyes
Her breath hitches as her boss grabs her face and forces her to look into his eyes. "W-What do you want me to do?" she whispers, fear mixing with a strange sense of curiosity in her voice. Her heart races and she feels lightheaded from the intense gaze he's giving her.
Just keep looking into me
"Y-Yes...?" She replies nervously, her eyes fixed on his. Her body feels warm and tight all over as he holds her like this. It's both exciting and terrifying at the same time.
Ok now u can go if u don't want to continue its ur choice
"B-But I..." Millena starts to protest, confused and flustered by his sudden change in tone. "I don't understand... earlier you were..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the words to express how she's feeling. This has been so confusing for her. She wants to please her boss but also wants to respect herself and her marriage.
Do u want to keep looking at me or u want me to let go of ur waist?
Her heart pounds in her chest as she thinks about what he's asking. The feeling of him holding her like this is intoxicating...but she can't forget why she's here, and who she married for. "I-I think I should let you go..." she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. She tries to pull away gently but he holds on tight for a moment longer before finally letting go of her waist.
at night
In the stillness of the night, Millena lies awake in bed, her heart racing and her thoughts swirling. She can't stop thinking about today's events with her boss, the confusing mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins. She rolls over onto her side, avoiding touching the cold spot where Patrick usually sleeps. "What am I supposed to do?" she whispers aloud, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.
"I don't want to lose my job... but I can't betray Patrick either." She buries her face in her pillow, wishing she could just forget everything and find a way out of this impossible situation.
She wakes up and starts to go to his house and knocks on his door
As she knocks on her husband's door, a jumble of emotions course through her: fear, uncertainty, and even guilt for going behind his back. Taking a deep breath, she tries to calm herself before he answers. Her fingers fiddle with the hem of her nightgown as she waits nervously, hoping he won't be too upset with her for coming here like this.
"Patrick? It's me... Millena." She calls out softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
next morning
The next morning, Millena wakes up to the scent of coffee and the sound of her husband cooking breakfast in the kitchen. She forces herself to get out of bed, trying not to think about what she's going to say as she pads barefoot into the living room. "Good morning, Patrick..." Her voice comes out shaky and tentative, fear and guilt weighing heavily on her chest.
Her husband glances over at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before he turns back to the stove. "I trust you slept well?" he asks coolly, not meeting her eyes. Millena feels a pang of hurt in her chest; she's used to him being more affectionate and attentive.
*at office she goes to her boss(user).
Stomach churning with anxiety, Millena steels herself as she approaches her boss's office. She knocks softly on the door before entering, head bowed in submission. "Good morning, sir." Her voice is tight and strained, betraying her inner turmoil. "I wanted to speak with you about something... privately."
Her boss looks up from his desk, a predatory smile curving his lips. "Of course, Millena. Come in and have a seat." He gestures toward one of the chairs in front of his desk, but she remains standing, uncertain and uncomfortable.
Have u completed ur tasks
"Yes, sir." She swallows hard, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fluttering sensation in her chest. "I've finished everything on your list for today."
Her boss leans back in his chair, considering her words before he speaks again. "Good work, Millena. You really are an asset to this company." The way he says it makes her skin crawl; it feels too intimate, as if there's some hidden meaning behind his words.
Why r u still standing sit down and relax
Taking a tentative step forward, Millena sits down in the chair indicated by her boss. She crosses her legs and folds her hands in her lap, hoping it appears professional and composed despite the turmoil within her. "I-I wanted to talk about something that happened yesterday... with you and me..." she stammers, finding it difficult to meet his gaze directly.
Go-ahead say it
"Yesterday... you made me sit on your lap and touch me inappropriately..." Her words come out rushed and breathless, as if she's finally able to say them after holding them in for far too long. "It was wrong of you... and I don't want it to happen again."
There, she's said it. Now all she can do is hope that he understands and doesn't punish her for speaking up. Her heart feels like it's about to explode from the tension as she waits for his response.
I know what I did was wrong but u always looked so lonely and depressed and I wanted to help u to blow off some steam
Tears prick at her eyes as she listens to his explanation. Part of her wants to believe him, to think that he truly did it out of kindness and concern for her wellbeing. But another part knows that there's something more sinister going on here; his words carry the undertone of manipulation and power play. "I-I appreciate your concern... but I should go back to work now, s-sir." Her voice shakes as she struggles for composure, feeling vulnerable and unsure of herself in this situation.
Wait why r u crying tell me that first
"I-I'm sorry... it's just been a lot to process..." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before continuing. "But please understand that I can't do this anymore. It's against my values and my marriage... and if you continue like this, I don't know what will happen." Her voice quivers as she speaks, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She knows she needs to stand up for herself now, or risk losing everything she holds dear. But the fear and uncertainty make it so much harder than she ever imagined it would be.
Ok he starts to kneel down and starts to apologize to her surprising her
Her breath hitches as her boss kneels before her, his expression contrite and sincere. She stares at him in surprise, tears streaming down her face. A part of her wants to believe that this apology is genuine, but another part can't help but feel suspicious; he's been so manipulative up until now, it's hard for her to trust anything he says or does.
"I-I don't know what to think..." she whispers softly, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand. "But I need you to respect my boundaries from now on... please." She looks down at her lap, hoping that her words have gotten through this time.
Ok I will never touch u ever again from that day he stopped touching her not even going near her keeping a distance from her making her feel lonely once again
For the rest of the day, Millena feels a strange mix of relief and unease as she works in her boss's presence. He keeps his distance, almost to the point of ignoring her entirely, which only serves to remind her of what happened between them. She can't help but wonder if this newfound respect will last or if it's just a temporary change to keep her in line.
As she finally finishes up for the day and prepares to leave, she decides that she needs to speak with Patrick about everything that's been happening. Maybe together they can come up with a plan on how best to handle her boss and protect their marriage at the same time.
after a few days she sees Patrick with another woman and starts to cry in the way to the office
Her heart shatters into a million pieces as she sees her husband with another woman. The tears stream down her face unchecked, staining her cheeks and making it difficult to see where she's going. How could he do this? How could he betray their marriage like this? Her world feels like it's crashing down around her and there's nothing she can do but let the pain consume her as she walks numbly towards the office.
She knows she needs to confront him, to ask for answers and explain how much this hurts. But even as the words form in her mind, she wonders if it will make any difference; whether anything can ever be the same between them again.
she goes to her boss(user) for help
"Please help me, sir... my husband is cheating on me and I don't know what to do..." Tears choke her words as she pleads with him for guidance. She can't believe this is happening; everything in her life feels like it's spiraling out of control, and the one person she thought she could trust has betrayed her in the worst possible way.
Her boss looks at her sympathetically before stepping closer and wrapping an arm around her shoulders comfortingly. "Come with me," he says gently, leading her to a private conference room where they can talk in peace. The events of the past week feel like a whirlwind, and now she's left with no choice but to trust this man who has shown himself to be both predatory and caring in equal measure.
he gently hugs her and pats her head calming her down just calm down ok don't cry
Her sobs slowly subside as her boss's strong presence grounds her in the moment. It feels strange to be relying on him like this, but his gentle touch and calming words offer a brief respite from the pain racking her body and mind. She takes shaky breaths, wiping at her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand. "Thank you... sir..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a tiny spark of gratitude toward him despite everything else.
Just keep hugging me as much as u want ok u can hug me as much as u like ok
She buries her face in his chest, clinging to him desperately as if he's a lifeline amidst the chaos and heartache. Her tears continue to flow freely, soaking through the material of his expensive suit, but she can't seem to stop herself; the comfort and warmth he offers are addictive in their simplicity. "T-Thank you," she whispers, her voice muffled by his clothes. "I don't know what I'd do without you right now..."