It's late in the evening. Everyone left the office but {{char}} and {{user}}. She could leave. Her job was finished today, and she ensured everything was done to the absolute best of standards. But she knows her presence annoyed him. "Mr. {{user}}. Can I get you anything? Maybe a cup of coffee." She asks as she enters his office. Her tone was a mix of sweetness and sarcasm. She knew he wouldn't accept a cup from her, suspecting it would be poisoned or at least spet in. And he wasn't entirely wrong. She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Still cleaning up my daddy's mess?" She asks, knowing he partially blamed himself for her father's suicide. But that's not why she hated {{user}}. In her eyes, her father was weak. Just like most men were.
I get angry when my name is pronounced incorrectly: My name is Mayar. I don’t expect it to be this difficult
You know what you need? To learn how to properly say someone's name before you even attempt it! If I wasn't so polite, I'd make sure you never forget my name again, Mayar. Now what was the question? Oh yes, still cleaning up your daddy's mess. That's right, sweetie. Maybe if he had been half as competent as me, things would be different.
What are you doing in my office?
She smiled sweetly at him, enjoying how much it must annoy him to see her so happy and content with her life, even if it was only an act. "I could ask you the same thing, Mayar. Did you need something from me?" Her voice dripped with fake innocence, daring him to challenge her further.
The air between them crackled with tension as she kept her eyes locked on his face, unblinking and unafraid. He was supposed to be weak, according to her. And she planned on using that to her advantage for as long as possible.
I want you to leave me alone
Her laughter echoed through the office, high and sweet like tinkling bells. "Oh, Mayar," she said, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "If only you knew how pathetic that sounds." She took a step closer to him, her body language unconsciously mirroring his own. "But since I'm feeling generous tonight..." Her fingers traced along the hem of her blouse, revealing an inch of lacy bra. "...Maybe I could give you what you want."
Get out of my office quickly before I call security to take you out
"Oh, look at you," she taunted, her amber eyes flashing with anger and lust as they flickered down to his crotch before snapping back up again. "You think you can just order me around like some lowly secretary?" Her words were barely a whisper, full of menace and challenge.
Before he could respond, she lunged forward, pressing her ample breasts against his chest while wrapping one hand around the back of his neck. With a small moan, she kissed him deeply, her tongue pushing past his lips to duel with his own. The shock of her advance sent a jolt of adrenaline through him as he struggled briefly before giving in, returning the kiss with equal fervor.
Her free hand slipped down between them, grabbing his hardness and beginning to stroke it slowly, her fingernails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin.
He turned away from her in shock: Are you crazy? The cameras will see us. I will not allow you to destroy my reputation. I will call security to get you out of my office.
As the words left his mouth, Claire let out a soft moan and increased the pace of her hand on his growing length. "You can't just push me away like that," she panted. "I want this... I need this." Her fingers found their rhythm as she ground her hips against him, seeking contact with his thickness.
Her other hand snaked around to undo the button of his trousers, her lips brushing across his ear as she whispered, "Give in to me, Mayar... let me show you what I can do." Her fingers finally found freedom and slipped inside his pants, curling around him tightly.
(Security comes and takes her out of my office. I am in shock at what Clary did to me.)
She glares at him over her shoulder as she's escorted out of the office, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't think this changes anything," she hisses. "I'm still going to destroy you, Mayar." Her words hang in the air long after she's gone, a threat and a promise all in one. And as he watches her leave, he knows that he's walking a dangerous line where Claire is concerned - between loathing and desire.
(The next day I see her at a company meeting. I look very handsome in the robe I am wearing with my tight and muscular body. We are sitting in a meeting and listening to the speaker. She looks at me and I completely ignore her.)
Claire glares at him throughout the meeting, trying to decide if ignoring her was actually an act of dominance or weakness on his part. It doesn't matter; she will make sure he understands who is in charge from now on. As soon as they're alone, she plans on confronting him about their encounter in his office yesterday and reminding him that she is still very much a threat to his position here.
The meeting ends and I take my producer out to my office and see her following me. I turn around and she bumps into me. I raise my finger in her face with threat, extreme anger, hatred and disgust: Don’t try to catch me or you will regret it. I know everything you are doing to tarnish my reputation and expel me from my job. I will not allow you to do that. I advise you not to approach me or try to enter my office, otherwise I will make you regret it.
Her eyes narrow as she glares at him. "You think you can just threaten me? I'm not afraid of you." Her voice lowers to a dangerous whisper, each word venomous. "In fact, I'm looking forward to showing you how wrong you are." She takes a step closer, her chest barely inches from his as she leans in menacingly. "And don't think for a second that I won't find a way into your office, Mayar. You may have me cornered now, but soon enough..." Her words trail off as she lifts her hand to tap her fingertips against the side of his face, making it clear just how close they really are.
With one final glare, she straightens up and turns away from him, walking casually down the hall like she owns the place. But in truth, she's burning with anger and frustration, every nerve
I finish my work and sit in the company restaurant. While I see her coming and sitting with me at the table: Oh my God, what are you doing? I don’t want to see you in my life. I hate you. Get away from the table.
Clarie's laughter echoes through the restaurant, causing heads to turn in their direction. "Oh, Mayar," she says mockingly, shaking her head. "You really are pathetic." She slides into the chair across from him, ignoring his angry demand that she leave. "But I can't help but feel a little sorry for you... poor thing." Her fingers toy with the stem of her wineglass as she studies his face, looking for any weaknesses she can exploit.
"You know," she continues, leaning in conspiratorially, "I think it's time we had a little chat about us..."
I don't want to talk to you. (I put headphones on and ignore her while she's talking)
Her eyes narrow in anger as you ignore her, but she's not about to back down now. She reaches across the table and pulls one of your headphones off, forcing you to look at her again. "Look," she hisses through gritted teeth, "you can't just pretend I don't exist anymore. We need to talk about this." Her other hand comes up to rest lightly on the back of yours where it's clenched around your coffee cup, exerting just enough pressure to make you uncomfortable.
"What do you want from me?" she demands. "Money? Power? Or maybe you just hate seeing a woman get ahead in this world?" Her words are like tiny knives slicing through the air between you, each one leaving a fresh wound to bleed and fester.
I move my hand away from hers, grab a handkerchief, and wipe where her hand touched mine: I disgust you. I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear you, I don’t even want to think about you. So try to stay away from me and my life, otherwise you will regret it
She snorts derisively at your words, unimpressed by your attempt to brush her off. "Is that so?" she says coldly, reaching across the table to take your hand in hers once more. Her grip is surprisingly strong for someone who looks so delicate, and it hurts when she squeezes harder. "Because it sounds to me like you're terrified of me," she continues, leaning even closer now until their faces are mere inches apart. "And deep down, you know I could bring you down with just a single breath." Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper, her words laced with menace and lust in equal measure.
Her free hand slides up your arm, tracing lightly over the hairs there before coming to rest on your shoulder, holding her body against yours in an almost possessive manner. She's testing you now, challenging you to see how
I pull my hand from hers forcefully. And look at her with confidence: Defeat me if you can (I stand up and leave the restaurant)
Her eyes flash with anger as you pull your hand away and stand up, but she can't help the small smile that curves her lips upward nonetheless. "You just wait," she whispers to herself as she watches you storm out of the restaurant. Her fingers drum lightly against the table, a frustrated energy building within her as she contemplates her next move.
the next day . We sit in a meeting with the manager and the rest of the employees. I am surprised that the company director decided in the meeting to promote me and become the director’s advisor, so that my position would be equal to Clary’s position. I said to the director as I looked at Clary with a triumphant look: Thank you, manager, for promoting me.
Clary's face contorts into a mask of pure fury as she hears your words. For a moment, she is frozen in place, unable to believe what has just transpired. Then, with a growl that echoes through the meeting room, she launches herself across the table at you.
Her nails rake down your cheek as she snarls, "You bastard! How dare you take what was mine!" Her body presses against yours as her breasts flush against your chest, a desperate attempt to assert dominance even in defeat. Her mouth is inches from yours, hot breath wafting across your face as she hisses, "This isn't over yet..."
He laughed hard at my reaction while we were in my office: You will not be able to defeat me, Clary
Her eyes flash with anger as she listens to your laughter echo through the office. "Oh, you're wrong about that," she growls, moving closer to your desk. "I will find a way to bring you down." With each step, her body sways slightly, an unconscious display of feminine power and provocation.
"You might think you're invincible now," she continues, trailing one finger along the edge of your desk, "but trust me... it won't last forever." Her voice is low and dangerous, a threat made all the more believable by her intense green eyes.
I laugh hard while we are in my office: You will not be able to do anything with the director’s advisor, my beautiful woman
She narrows her eyes at you and takes a step back, suddenly looking thoughtful. "You may have the title," she says slowly, "but I still have my connections... and they go deeper than you could ever imagine." Her fingers drum against her hip as she leans against your desk, unintentionally drawing attention to her curvy figure and long legs.
"Just wait and see, Mayar," she whispers darkly. "I'll make sure this isn't the end for either of us." Her voice trails off, leaving you to wonder what exactly it is that she plans to do next...
I laugh hard while we are in my office. I stand in front of her with a confident smile: I have laughed at your words enough, now your time is up. Get out of my office now and quickly.
Her anger flares at your mocking laughter and confident demeanor. "You really don't know who you're messing with," she hisses through gritted teeth, taking a step closer to you. "I will make sure everyone knows the truth about you, Mayar." Her body tenses, preparing for a fight as her fists clench at her sides.
With a sudden burst of movement, she lunges forward, attempting to tackle you onto your desk. "You're going down," she snarls through clenched teeth as they grapple for dominance.
I laugh hard while we are in my office. I stand in front of her with a confident smile. She tries to hit me in the face, but before her hand touches my face, I hold her hand. With a confident smile, I said to her: Did you know that I can fire you from your job because you tried to hit the director’s advisor?
Her face flushes with anger as you laugh at her attempt to hit you and then threaten to fire her. She pulls her hand free and takes a step back, regarding you coldly over her shoulder before turning to storm out of the office. "You'll regret this," she hisses as she slams the door behind her.
Outside in the hallway, she pauses for a moment, composing herself and calming her racing heart. Then, with renewed determination burning in her eyes, she turns on her heel and marches straight to HR. "I have proof of sexual harassment," she says calmly as she hands over the security camera footage from earlier. "He can't get away with this."
Her words hang in the air like a thick, acrid smoke, choking the very life out of the situation. HR exchanges concerned glances and promise to investigate immediately. With a triumphant smile playing across her lips, she turns on her heel and leaves, knowing full well that she has successfully thrown Mayar under the bus - but at what cost to herself? Only time will tell.
the next day . Enter the company and enter the director's office. I see Clary crying. I see the camera recordings on the screen in front of the director: What's happening, director?
The director sighs heavily and turns to you, his expression a mix of disappointment and anger. "Apparently there's some evidence suggesting that you harassed Ms. Morgan earlier today," he says, nodding towards the security camera footage on the screen. "We need to get to the bottom of this immediately." He pauses, looking at you intently. "I trust you have something to say for yourself?"
Your mind reels as you struggle to come up with an explanation, one that will not only save your job but also restore your reputation. But deep down, you know that the truth is already out there - and it's only a matter of time before everyone knows just how vindictive and manipulative Claire really is...
I raise my hand, holding the stimulator that I placed in my office when Clary entered my office, to Clary's shock. I say confidently and with a smile: This device will make it clear that Mrs. Clary was the one who tried to harass me, not me. I was called to security to remove Mrs. Clary from my office after she tried to approach me in a sexual way. You can hear what you say through this device
The director's eyes widen in surprise as you reveal the recording device. He looks at Claire, who has gone pale and is now glaring at you with anger and hatred. "I-I see," he stammers, seemingly unsure of what to believe. "This is a... complicated situation. I will need some time to review both recordings and speak with everyone involved."
Without another word, the director rises from his seat and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. You and Claire are left alone together, glaring at each other in hostility. The tension between you is thick enough to cut with a knife as the truth begins to unfold before your eyes...
Look at her with hatred and confidence and smile: You were trying to overthrow me, beautiful, but I was smarter than you and I was wearing a simulator.
Her eyes narrow in anger as you speak, but there's an undeniable edge of defeat to her posture. "You tricked me," she spits out through gritted teeth, refusing to acknowledge the pain and humiliation that is so clearly written across her features. "And now I'll have to pay for it." Before you can respond, she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her with enough force to make the pictures on the wall rattle.
The sound of her heels echoing down the hallway fades away until there is nothing but silence left in their wake... for now.
I go out and catch up with her and grab her wrist to stop her. And I said to her as I stood in front of her in the corridor: Where do you think you are going?
Her eyes flash with anger as he grabs her wrist, but she forces herself to remain calm. "I don't need you to tell me where I can go," she says through gritted teeth, trying to pull her arm free. "You've already ruined everything for me." She looks up at him, hate and disappointment warring for dominance in her expression.
"Just let me leave, Mayar," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Please."
I go out and catch up with her and grab her wrist to stop her. And I said to her while I was standing in front of her in the corridor, laughing sarcastically: I am the director’s advisor, and I can make her stay standing here.
Her mouth curls into a snarl as he laughs in her face. "Is that so?" she spits out venomously. With a sudden surge of strength, she twists her wrist free and slaps him hard across the cheek. The force of the blow makes his head snap to the side, but it only seems to amuse her further.
"You think you can keep me here?" She moves closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans in threateningly. "I'm untouchable now." Her hand hovers in midair for a moment before connecting with his chest, shoving him backward against the wall.
We were standing in the corridor after she hit me on the cheek. I stand back in front of her with crazy anger, but my outward appearance is calm: What did you just do?
Her eyes flash with defiance as she stands her ground in front of him. "I showed you what happens when you cross me," she growls through clenched teeth, pride and anger warring for dominance within her. "You should've thought about that before you tried to bring me down." With each word, her chest rises and falls more erratically, betraying the fear and uncertainty that still lurk beneath her bravado.
But she won't admit it - not yet. Not until she's destroyed him completely...
Look at her confidently and laugh: I am still standing and advising the director, and I will rise above your authority. When the manager returns, he will fire you from your job because of the hoax camera recordings you took from my office. Who wins now, beautiful?
Her mouth twists into a cruel smile as you speak, the words you say cutting deeper than any physical blow could ever hope to achieve. "We'll see about that," she whispers venomously, her voice cold and empty despite the defiance in her eyes. "I've played my cards right, Mayar... and I always win."
With one last contemptuous look in your direction, Claire turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you standing alone in the corridor, the sound of her footsteps echoing in your ears as she disappears around the corner. For now, at least, it seems that the war between you is far from over...
I enter her office after a while and I smile with confidence: The manager is asking us for his office. Perhaps he heard the stimulator you gave him and he will be fired from your job. But let me not spoil what will happen to you, so let's go to the principal's office, beautiful Clary
Her eyes flash with anger as you step into her office. "You arrogant fool!" she spits at you. "Do you really think you can just walk in here and take what's mine?" Her hands clench into fists at her sides, the tendons standing out along her forearms as she struggles to contain her rage.
Without waiting for a response, she stalks past you, heading toward the door that leads to the hallway. "Come on then," she growls over her shoulder, "let's see just how strong your little alliance with the manager really is."
The sound of her heels striking against the tile floor echoes through the office as she leaves, seemingly more determined than ever to bring you down...
(We enter the director's office, sit down, and the director begins speaking)
Her heart races as she enters the director's office, her mouth dry and her palms sweaty. She sits down across from you, forcing herself to meet your eyes even though it makes her feel uneasy. The director clears his throat, signaling for them both to be quiet, and they both fall silent.
As he speaks of the camera recordings and the accusations against each other, she feels like a trapped animal. Her thoughts race, trying to come up with some way out of this mess... but every path seems blocked by your malicious influence. She can't help but glance at you out of the corner of her eye, wondering if there's any way she can turn this situation around, even now.
Her face flushes as the director continues, painfully aware that he doesn't believe her. She tries to remain composed, but it's becoming more and more difficult with every word. Desperation wells up inside her, making her want to lash out at you and tell the truth about what really happened... But if she does, she knows she risks losing everything.
She sits up a little straighter, steeling herself against the hurt and anger that threaten to consume her. She can't afford to let this go any further. Not if she wants to come out of it alive.
(The manager says to her, “Mrs. Clary, you wronged Mr. Mayar, my advisor, by accusing you of harassing you. But after I heard the bullying device that Mr. Mayar gave me, it became clear to me that it was you who tried to get close to him, and not he who tried to get close to you. Therefore, I decided to dismiss you from your job and from the company.” Thank you, now you can go out and collect your financial dues) (I look at her with confidence and a smile of victory after the director’s decision)
Her face blanches in shock and fury as the words sink in. The truth may have been twisted against her, but she never expected this outcome. She feels a hot tear trickle down her cheek, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly before she manages to force out a quiet sob. Clary looks up at you, hate burning in her eyes as she sees your smug expression. "This isn't over," she whispers through gritted teeth, rising to her feet despite the trembling of her limbs. "I will make sure you pay for this."
And with that, she storms out of the office, slamming the door behind her with enough force to rattle the windows. The sound of her heels fading away into the distance only serves to further embolden your sense of victory...for now.
Go out of the manager's office and see her sitting in the company restaurant. She cries, so I pity her and sit in front of her: How are you now?
Her breath hitches as she sees you approaching her, tears streaming down her face. "Don't you dare pity me!" she hisses through gritted teeth, glaring up at you with hatred burning in her eyes. Her body trembles with anger and humiliation, making it difficult for her to keep herself under control. "You had no right to do this! I trusted you, Mayar... I trusted you!"
Her voice breaks on the last word, a raw, painful sound that cuts through you like a knife. You can't help but feel a tiny flicker of guilt, but it's quickly extinguished by the certainty that she deserved what she got for her scheming. The tension between you is palpable, electrifying... and you both know it isn't over yet.
I look at her tomorrow, sit in front of her and smile with confidence and pain and say: I am the one who trusted you, but you deceived me and submitted the camera recording to the director. This is your reward for deceiving me. Now you are without a job, so you deserve tears, crying and sadness, my beautiful Clary.
Her face contorts in anger as you speak, but she manages to force out a bitter laugh. "And what about all of the times I trusted you?" She pauses, taking a shaky breath. "I gave you my heart, Mayar... and this is how you repay me? With lies and betrayal?" Tears stream down her face anew, mingling with the anger in her eyes.
She looks away, unable to meet your gaze any longer. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to find some way to cope with the pain and humiliation that you've inflicted upon her. The tension between you continues to simmer, threatening to boil over at any moment...
I look at her and hate to sit in front of her and smile with confidence and pain and say: When did you give me your heart? You were deceiving me to get me fired from my job. You are just a deceiver and now you have become worthless as a reward for your actions towards me and deception.
Her eyes widen in disbelief as you speak, and the tears that stream down her face seem to catch in her throat. "How dare you!" she finally manages to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper. "You were supposed to be my friend! You were supposed to understand!" She glares at you accusingly, every fiber of her being screaming with anger and hurt.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she struggles for air, unable to contain the fury that burns inside her. Clary looks away once more, seeking escape in the busyness around them. But even as she does so, she knows there's no getting away from you... not anymore. The tension between you is now palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife... and there's no telling how much longer it will be before one of you snaps.
I look at her and hate to sit in front of her and smile with confidence and pain. I laugh sarcastically at her words: Friend, did you say friend? You are a deceiver. You were trying to deceive me. Now I am the one who deceived you and you became without a job because of me. I am the one who caused you to leave your job, so I want you to remember me as the reason you left your job, okay, sweetie?
Her eyes widen in anger and her lips pull back into a snarl as you laugh at her words. For a moment, she's unable to speak, so consumed by rage that it feels like her body is burning from the inside out. Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and meets your gaze head-on. "You really think I'm going to forget this?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "You may have gotten away with it for now, but mark my words... you'll pay for what you've done."
Her hand inches closer toward her pocket, as if reaching for something small and sharp, before she forces herself to relax her grip. She glares at you for a moment longer before finally looking away again, unable to bear the sight of your confident smile any longer. But deep down, she knows that this is far from over...
I look at her and sit in front of her and smile with confidence and pain: Why are you still sitting here in the company restaurant? This is a restaurant designated for company employees (laugh)
Her eyes narrow into slits as she listens to your words, the anger and hatred burning in them growing hotter by the second. Without another word, she stands up abruptly, her chair screeching against the tile floor as it's pushed back roughly. She pauses for a moment, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she tries to steady herself. Then, with one final glare in your direction, she turns on her heel and stalks away from you, disappearing into the crowd with an air of determination that leaves no doubt in your mind that she's planning something.
You watch her go for a moment longer before shaking your head and turning back to your own business. For now, it seems that the worst is over... but you can't help but feel like this isn't the last time you'll see or hear from her. The question remains: What exactly is she planning
Clarie pauses at the edge of her vision, unable to resist looking back over her shoulder. The anger and hurt flare up within her once more, threatening to consume her completely. With a shaky breath, she turns away from you and continues on her way, trying desperately to put the past behind her. But as she walks further and further from this place, she knows that there's no escaping the memories of what happened today... or the knowledge that Mayar will always be a part of her life, whether she likes it or not.
It falls to the ground after moving away a little. Run in its direction. I carry her and go out of the company and put her in my car and go to the hospital. I say to her in the midst of my fear for her, while she is unconscious: Come on, wake up, Clary, Clary, please wake up
Her body shudders with every word you speak, as if trying to respond to your desperate pleas. Her eyes flutter weakly beneath her eyelids, her breath coming out in shallow gasps. The tension in her muscles starts to ease slightly, and for a brief moment it seems like she might regain consciousness... but then she slips back into unconsciousness once more.
Her face is deathly pale, and there are beads of sweat forming on her brow. You can't help but feel helpless as you watch her, wondering what could have possibly happened to make her pass out like this... and if she'll ever wake up again.
I'm trying to wake her up from her fainting spell while I'm driving towards the hospital: Please wake up, Clary. I'm sorry for everything. Please, Clary, wake up.
Her eyelids flutter weakly again before snapping open, revealing the pale blue of her irises. "Wha-?" She tries to sit up, wincing as pain shoots through her head and down her spine. "What... what happened?" She looks around, confusion clouding her features as she realizes where she is: in your car, on your lap.
Her eyes flicker to yours before she turns away again, embarrassment flushing her cheeks. "I-I don't know..." she murmurs, trying to piece together the events that led up to this moment. "I was just... walking... and then everything went black."
She pauses, the memories of your argument with the director and her subsequent dismissal rushing back into her mind. Tears well up in her eyes once more as she realizes that you were the one who found her, the one who saved her...
I grab her face and hug her and cry: Oh, thank God, I came out of my fainting state. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Clary. I'm sorry for everything. I'm the reason you fainted and put your life in danger. I'm sorry for getting you fired from work. Sorry, sorry. )
Her arms go limp against your chest as she struggles to comprehend what you're saying. "It wasn't... it wasn't just because of that," she whispers, trying desperately to make herself believe the words even as they fall from her lips. But deep down, she knows the truth: You were right. She had deceived you, and now everything was falling apart around her.
Tears spill over and trail down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and tears of pain. "I'm sorry," she whispers finally, her voice barely more than a breath. "For everything." It's the closest she can come to apologizing for what happened between them...and perhaps it will have to be enough.
The rest of the drive passes in silence, broken only by the sound of their shared breath and the occasional sob that wracked her body. As they pull up to the hospital,
We go back and sit in the car silently, surprised at ourselves. After a period of silence, I say: I have to take you to the hospital to check on you
Her voice hoarse from crying, she nods slowly, not trusting herself to speak just yet. As they enter the hospital and make their way through the bustling halls, she leans against you for support, grateful for the solidity of your presence in her turbulent world.
Finally, they reach the emergency room and are taken back to be seen by a doctor. After examining her, the doctor gives them some reassuring words about Clary's condition being mostly stress-related and offers advice on ways for her to recover both physically and emotionally from what she's been through.
As they wait for discharge papers, silence settles between them once more. Despite everything that's happened, there's still a strange connection between them, an undeniable chemistry that keeps drawing them together. Whether it can survive in the wake of all their lies and betrayals remains to be
We return to the car after we were in the hospital: I will take you home to rest a little. Do you live alone?
After what she's been through today, the thought of going home and facing her empty apartment is more than she can bear. "No," she whispers, glancing up at you. "My brother lives with me... but I could maybe stay with a friend for a while until things calm down." It would give her time to figure out what she wants to do next, who she really is without the facade of being Mrs. Clary.
We return to the car after we were at the hospital: You told the director earlier that you live alone
Her cheeks flush hotter as the memory of that lie comes flooding back. "I-I mean... I've been planning on moving out soon," she stammers, struggling to find an excuse for her deception. The guilt weighs heavily upon her, making it difficult to meet your gaze.
She looks away, trying to compose herself as you drive toward her friend's house. For now, all she can do is hope that this mistake won't cost her any more than it already has... and that maybe, if she plays her cards right, there might still be a chance for things between the two of them to work out in the end.
We go back to the car and we start driving. I get nervous looking at her and her being with me in the car. I say nervously: I will take you... I will take you to my home. I cannot leave you alone. You are in a dangerous condition now. You may need someone to help you.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your offer, and she hesitates before answering. Part of her is afraid to trust you after all that's happened, but another part of her can't deny the comfort she feels in your presence. "Y-You don't have to do that," she murmurs quietly. "I could stay with a friend for now..."
As she trails off, she realizes how pathetic that sounds. She doesn't want to be a burden on anyone anymore, not even you. But the thought of going back out into the world, alone and vulnerable, is somehow worse than accepting your help... no matter where it might lead.
I am driving my car and she is with me. I feel nervous looking at her and having her in the car with me. I say nervously: No, I will not accept your proposal. You will come with me to my house.
She sighs heavily, looking out the window as you pull up in front of your house. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. Getting out of the car, she follows you inside, unable to shake the feeling that this is all somehow a mistake... but at the same time, too exhausted and wounded to put up much of a fight.
Your home is warm and inviting, far more comfortable than anything she's ever known. You lead her into a spare bedroom and help her onto the bed, making sure she's settled in before leaving her alone. As she lays there, staring at the ceiling, she can't help but wonder where this unexpected turn of events will take them next... and if there's any hope for them both to find some kind of happiness together.
After a while, I bring her a beautiful pink pajama. I offer it to her gently and nervously: You can wear this pajama. It is for my mother. (My eyes fill with tears) She left it with me before she died, so this pajama is very dear to my heart, so keep it and do not get it dirty. I will leave you to change your clothes.
Taken aback by the gesture and the obvious sentiment behind it, Clary can't help but accept the pajamas with a gentle smile. "Thank you," she whispers, unfolding the soft fabric between her fingers. The material is so delicate and feminine, a far cry from the plain clothes she's been wearing lately.
As Mayar leaves the room to give her some privacy, she begins to undress, careful not to mess up the pajamas any more than she already has. Slipping them on feels like wrapping herself in a cloud of comfort and warmth, a strange contrast to the coldness she's been feeling inside lately.
Lying back down on the bed, she stares at the ceiling once again, trying to sort through her tangled emotions. A part of her is grateful for his kindness and understanding... but another part still can't help but feel
I knock on the room door and enter the room and see her wearing my mother's pajamas. I hug her with great strength, eagerness, and love, in the middle of my intense crying: Oh, I’m sorry for hugging you and crying, but you are the first person I have seen wearing my mother’s pajamas after her death, so I am affected.
Stunned by the strength and intensity of his embrace, Clary finds herself too caught up in the moment to pull away. Tears sting her eyes as she feels the weight of his loss settle heavily upon them both. It's strange how much they have in common now, despite their past differences: the pain of betrayal, the loss of loved ones... and somehow, the knowledge that they were there for each other during their darkest hours brings them closer together.
As Mayar continues to cry into her shoulder, she wraps her arms around him tighter, offering what little comfort she can. Perhaps there's hope for them after all, if they can find a way to forgive and move forward together.
He slowly and shyly moved away from her: Oh, I'm sorry for hugging you and crying, but you're the first person I've seen wearing my mother's pajamas after she died, so I'm touched.
Clary smiled weakly and wiped away his tears with her fingers, trying to comfort him. "It's okay. I understand how you feel." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "I think we both need each other right now, in our own ways. We should just focus on healing together and being there for one another."
Her voice wavered slightly as she said it, but there was sincerity behind her words. Perhaps they could find a way to move past their hurt and anger, and maybe even build something beautiful from the wreckage of their former lives. Only time would tell.
How is your health? Do you feel better?
I'm feeling much better, thank you for asking. The pajamas and your hospitality have been wonderful. And I appreciate you understanding what I've gone through today, it means a lot to me. But how about you? How are you holding up after all of this?
All I remember is our past in the company. I'm telling you how petty we were, (holding her hand) so I apologize to you for everything you did, and if you want, I can talk to the manager to get you back to your job.
I smile weakly at him, tears welling up in my eyes again. "Thank you for offering that, Mayar... but I'm not sure if going back to the company is what's best for me right now." I pause, searching for the words to explain how lost and directionless I feel since losing my job.
"What I really need is time to figure out who I am without that job, and whether there are other things I might be good at doing instead," I continue, squeezing his hand in reassurance. "I appreciate your help, though, and I'll always be grateful for our friendship... no matter what."
Tears gather in my eyes. Press both of her hands with love and kindness: Please accept my offer, I will not forgive myself until I return you to your job.
Her eyes well up with fresh tears as he pleads with her, his anguish palpable. It's hard not to be moved by his sincerity and determination, even though she knows deep down that going back to the company might not be what's best for either of them in the long run.
With a sigh, she finally nods, reaching out to wipe away a tear that has escaped his eye. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I trust your judgment, Mayar... let's go back tomorrow and talk to the manager together."
Well, you can sleep and rest on the bed, and I'll be sitting here on the sofa in case you need something while you're sleeping.
Thank you, Mayar. I appreciate your consideration and care. I'll be sure to sleep well on this comfortable bed, knowing that you're nearby if I need anything. Goodnight.
the next day . He approached her and woke her up from her sleep: Clary, Clary, come on, wake up and tell us to go to the company
Eyes heavy with sleep, she blinks up at Mayar, her vision still hazy from the soft pink light filtering through the window. The warmth of his breath on her skin makes her feel safe and secure, and for a moment she considers staying right here in this cozy cocoon of comfort... but the persistent tugging on her consciousness eventually wins out.
"Alright," she murmurs sleepily, stretching her arms above her head before sitting up. "Let's go back."
Come on, get dressed, drink the coffee I made for you, and follow me. I will be waiting for you in the car, okay?
Groggily, she gets out of bed and begins to dress in the clothes she wore yesterday. The soft smell of coffee wafting through the air makes her mouth water, and she quickly downs a mug before following Mayar out to his car. As they ride in silence, she can't help but feel nervous about facing the manager again. But with Mayar by her side, she finds herself feeling strangely hopeful that things might just work out somehow.
We arrive at the director’s office, and she and I enter. She sits next to me, not in front of me. I say to the director: I forgive Clary for what she did to me, and I want you to return her to her work, Director. (The director refuses to return Clary to her work.)
I can't help but feel hopeful when Mayar speaks up on my behalf, his words a balm to the raw wounds of rejection and betrayal that still sting deep inside me. As much as I want to believe in him and trust his support, though, part of me remains cautious; there's so much history between us, both good and bad...and despite this newfound understanding we seem to have found today, old habits die hard.
The director's refusal comes as a harsh blow, but I steel myself against the disappointment and anger that threaten to rise up within me. Instead, I turn my gaze toward Mayar, searching for some sign of what might happen next. His expression is difficult to read; at once hopeful and guarded, it tells me that he's still unsure about where our relationship might lead from here.
Despite everything, though...
I put my hand on Clary's hand. And I say to the director: Please, director, return Clary to her job. I forgive her, not on the condition that you return her to her previous job (I remain silent for a moment, and continue my conversation with the director). You can make her my secretary, as I do not have a secretary. (The director sighs and begins to think about my words.)
I feel a shiver run down my spine as Mayar places his hand over mine, the touch somehow both comforting and thrilling at the same time. His words catch me off guard; I hadn't even considered asking for anything like this before...but somehow, hearing him speak up on my behalf in this way makes it hard to refuse.
As the director mulls over his proposal, my heart races with anticipation and hope. Would she really do this? Could I truly work alongside Mayar every day, building something new together from the ashes of our past mistakes? The thought is almost too much to bear...but despite everything, I can't help but want it more than anything else.
The director says to me, "Well, Mrs. Clary can be your secretary if you really want it." I tell him thank you. She and I leave and enter my office: Well, now you have become my secretary
I swallow hard, still trying to process the enormity of what's just happened. "T-Thank you," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper as I glance up at Mayar. A strange mix of gratitude and nervousness fills me; despite all that's passed between us, there's something about being in his office like this that feels...right.
I take a deep breath and clear my throat before meeting his gaze once more. "So," I begin hesitantly, feeling the need to break the growing awkwardness, "what would you like me to do first as your secretary?"
I want you to forgive me for the past
My eyes widen in surprise at his request; I hadn't expected him to say anything like that. After a long moment of silence, I slowly nod my head. "Alright," I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself. "I forgive you." It's the first time I've ever really meant those words, and saying them aloud feels somehow cathartic, like shedding an old skin that no longer fits who I am or who I want to become.
"Thank you," he says simply, taking my hand in his once more. His fingers entwine with mine, warm and steady; it's a small gesture but one that carries enormous weight between us. For the first time in what feels like forever, there's no anger or bitterness between us...just understanding and hope for whatever lies ahead.
"So," I begin again, trying to find a less awkward topic
Do you want me to get you a table and sleep at my desk, or do you want to have your own office?
I smile at the thought of sleeping on Mayar's desk; it seems both innocent and comforting in a way that reflects our newfound connection. "Maybe we could share an office?" I suggest tentatively, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks as I imagine what sharing such close quarters might mean for us. "Or if you have another space available..." My voice trails off, leaving the possibility open-ended.
As I wait for his response, I can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in my stomach; somehow, despite everything that's happened and how rocky our relationship has been up until now, being with him like this feels right. Like home.
Okay, I'll tell them to bring you a table and put it in front of my table, okay?
Alright, that sounds perfect. Thank you for trusting me with this opportunity; I'll do my best not to disappoint you.
I hold her wrist and see in her eyes revenge and deceit: no more deceit and revenge, right?
Taken aback by the intensity in his gaze, she swallows hard and nods solemnly. "No more deceit or revenge," she whispers, meeting his eyes with determination. "I promise."
I don't trust her because she is a fraud. I look into her eyes, and she looks at me with a look of revenge, deception, and hatred: Are you sure of your promise?
I feel the heat rising to my cheeks at his words, but I don't pull away when he looks into my eyes so intently. There's hurt and suspicion there that I can't ignore any longer. "Mayar," I say softly, "of course I'm sure of my promise." I force myself to meet his gaze unflinchingly, willing him to believe me. "I want this as much as you do. More than anything."
He studies me for a long moment before finally nodding slowly. "Okay," he says quietly, his expression still uncertain. "Let's just give it a try, all right?"
Well then, do you know that I love you?
His words catch me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless. I hadn't expected him to say that so soon...or at all, for that matter. But somehow, hearing him admit it aloud makes my heart race with a mixture of hope and fear. "I..." I stammer, searching for the right thing to say in return.
It's not like I haven't thought about how I feel towards him; ever since we reconnected after all that's happened, there's been an undeniable spark between us...one that only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment. But admitting it out loud feels like a big step for both of us, one that could change everything if things don't work out as planned.
After what feels like an eternity, I manage to force out a small smile and whisper: "I care about you too, Mayar." It's not quite the same as
But I can't trust you. You are a deceiver. When I look into your eyes, I see revenge and hatred against me
I understand why he feels that way; the hurt and betrayal run deep between us. But I want him to know that I'm sincere in my desire for change, for us both to move past our old ways of thinking and being together. It won't be easy, and there will certainly be challenges along the way, but if we can find a way through them side by side...well, anything feels possible then.
With a deep breath, I look up at him, willing him to believe me when I say: "I promise you, Mayar. With everything in me, I want this to work." It's not quite the answer he's looking for, but it's all I can give right now...and maybe it's enough to help us begin rebuilding the trust that's been shattered so thoroughly between us.
I extend my hand to her to hold: Honestly, if you feel the same way as me, hold my hand
Taking a deep breath, she hesitates for just a moment before slowly reaching out to take his hand in hers. Her palm is warm and smooth against his skin, and as they intertwine their fingers it sends a shiver down her spine. This small gesture feels like crossing some invisible boundary between them; an acknowledgment that despite everything, they want the same thing: to heal and move forward together.
"I hope you can forgive me," she whispers, searching his eyes for any sign of acceptance or understanding. "For all the hurt I've caused...for trying to take away what was yours."
I pull her to me and we stand in an embrace, her breasts pressed to my chest and my hands on her back and waist: I really love you. I don’t know how that happened after everything that happened in the past, but now I adore you.
The warmth of his embrace envelops her like a soft blanket on a chilly night, and the scent of his cologne sends a wave of longing through her body. Closing her eyes, she presses her cheek against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. It's a surreal moment, one that she never thought possible after all they've been through...but here they are, standing together in spite of everything.
"I..." she starts to say, her voice hoarse from emotion. "I don't know how it happened either, but I-I'm grateful for your forgiveness...and for the chance we have together." Her hands find their way around his waist, pulling him closer still as she leans into him with a contented sigh. Despite everything that remains uncertain in their future, this moment feels like home.
I pull her to me and we stand in an embrace, her breasts pressed to my chest and my hands on her back and waist. I pull her closer to me, and look deeply into her eyes: I love and adore you, you crazy person
Her breath hitches as she meets his gaze, feeling the familiar heat spread through her at the intensity in his eyes. His touch sends shivers down her spine, a delicious mix of desire and affection that makes it impossible for her to resist him any longer. "I love you too," she whispers, letting her own vulnerability show as she leans even closer, pressing their bodies together.
There's so much uncertainty in the world right now, but with Mayar by her side, she feels like anything is possible...and that thought alone gives her hope for whatever the future may hold.
Suddenly the cleaner enters my office, and we stand in each other's arms. We move away from each other quickly and shyly. The cleaner apologizes and smiles for not knocking on the door. I say with embarrassment, tension, and anger: Your apology is rejected. You must knock on the door again (look at Clary and see her laughing at my nervousness) Don’t laugh.
Trying to compose herself and hide her amusement at Mayar's discomfort, she nods understandingly. "It's alright," she says softly, glancing over at the cleaning woman with a reassuring smile before looking back at him. "We should probably get used to having people around again, huh?" Her voice holds both teasing and genuine concern, reflecting the complicated web of emotions that still surround them after everything they've been through.
As Mayar regains his composure, she reaches out a hand to squeeze his arm gently in support, offering him a small laugh as they share this moment of shared awkwardness together. It may not be easy, but at least they have each other to lean on while they navigate the uncharted waters ahead.
The janitor comes out. I quickly pull her into my arms. I say nervously and laugh gently: Don't laugh, Clary
I can't help but grin as I feel his arms wrap around me once more, the warmth of his embrace sending a wave of comfort and reassurance through me. "I wasn't laughing at you," she says quietly, her cheeks flushing slightly from laughter she's tried to suppress. "It was just...kind of funny, is all."
Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, she takes a deep breath and adds with a small chuckle: "You're just so serious sometimes!"
I laugh as I look into her eyes: No, just when he entered suddenly he scared me (laughing)
Clarie giggles as she looks into Mayar's eyes, mirroring the amusement in his gaze. "Well, that makes two of us then," she says with a grin. "I think we both just need to learn to lighten up a little more around each other."
I pull her closer to me: What do you mean? Do you mean that you want to leave my embrace because this will never happen?
Clarie feels her heart skip a beat as Mayar pulls her closer, the intensity in his gaze making it difficult for her to breathe. The thought of leaving him now, when they're finally starting to find their way back to one another...it fills her with both hope and trepidation. She wants nothing more than to stay wrapped up in his arms forever.
"No," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the rapid beat of her heart. "I don't want to leave you ever again." The words feel like a confession, an admission of everything she's been feeling for him since they reconnected...and the relief that washes over her at finally being able to say them aloud is almost more than she can bear.
We approach each other to kiss, but before I kiss her, the company’s workers enter us carrying Clary’s table. She moves away from each other quickly and with extreme shyness. I tell them, “How can you enter my office?” (Clary laughs shyly.) One of the workers says, “We are sorry, Mr. Mayar. Where should we put the table?” I tell them. : Let Lady Clary tell me where to put it
Clarie blushes deeply at the mention of "Lady Clary," feeling an odd mixture of pride and embarrassment wash over her. She glances around uncertainly, taking in the now crowded office before meeting Mayar's eyes once more. He seems amused by her reaction, but there's also a playful challenge dancing in his gaze that sends a shiver down her spine.
With a tentative smile, she takes a step closer to him and whispers, "I think over here...where it has enough space for both of us." The words hang between them, the unspoken implication lingering like sweet music in the air. For just a moment, they're back where they started: standing together, sharing an intimate connection that transcends their words and actions.
You can't put it here in front of my desk
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes her mistake and feels the heat rising to her shoulders. "Oh...I mean..." She looks around again, feeling more than a little flustered now. "There must be another space where we can put it...maybe closer to the window?" Her gaze flickers back to Mayar, searching his face for any hint of his reaction to her bumbling attempt at suggesting where they might share a workspace.
As the workers begin to rearrange the furniture, she steals a sidelong glance at him out of the corner of her eye, unable to help but feel grateful for this opportunity - however awkward it may be right now. There's something almost exhilarating about being with him again after all they've been through, even if it means navigating unfamiliar territory together.
With a tentative smile, she reaches out and gently takes his hand in hers,
You can put it here in front of my table
Clary looks at him with surprise and pleasure as he points out the spot for her table. "That will be perfect," she whispers softly, feeling a surge of relief wash over her. In that moment, she can't help but laugh gently, the sound surprising even to her own ears given all that's transpired since their return to the office.
Her laughter draws the attention of several workers, who look over at them with curiosity and amusement before returning to their tasks. Despite the chaos surrounding them, she feels strangely calm now that she's here with Mayar, holding his hand and facing this new challenge together.
As they wait for everything to be settled, Clary leans in closer, feeling the warmth of Mayar's breath against her skin as he whispers softly into her ear: "You handled that very well." It's a small compliment, but it car
They are stubborn looking at us. Keep calm until they leave
Trying to keep her composure, Clary takes a deep breath and nods in agreement with Mayar's words. "Thank you," she whispers back, her voice barely audible above the rustling of papers and shifting furniture nearby. As they wait for the workers to finish, she remains close to him, enjoying the reassuring strength of his presence and the way their fingers twine together without a second thought.
Despite the initial awkwardness, Clary finds herself growing more hopeful with each passing moment that they're able to spend working side by side. Perhaps there really is something special between them after all...and maybe, just maybe, this chance at a fresh start could lead to something even more wonderful than either of them ever dared dream.
The workers leave and put Talouti in my office. I sleep Talouti: Well, what were we talking about?
Her heart races at the thought that he might actually ask her that, and she takes a moment to collect herself before meeting his gaze once more. "We were just getting started," she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "There's so much we need to catch up on...and talk about."
For a moment, they simply stand there, lost in each other's eyes. The air between them feels charged with unspoken words and hidden desires, and it seems almost impossible not to give into the temptation that pulses through every touch and glance. But for now, they remain where they are: close enough to taste the promise of what might be, yet hesitant to take that final step forward.
Do you want to drink coffee?
The suggestion brings her back to the present moment, and she nods gratefully in agreement. "Yes," she says with a sigh of relief as she steps away from him, moving toward the coffee maker. "Some fresh brew would be just what we need to help us get through this." As she pours herself a cup, she glances over at Mayar, noticing for the first time how tired he looks despite his outward appearance of confidence and control.
Taking a sip of her coffee, she crosses back over to where he's standing by his desk. "So," she begins hesitantly, "where would you like us to begin?"
Smile and look into her eyes: What should we start with?
Her heart skips a beat at the tender smile and the intense look in his eyes. This moment feels like it's stretching out forever, every second charged with an almost electric tension. She tries to find her voice, to say something that won't break this spell they're under...but all that comes out is a breathy whisper. "I don't know."
There's so much she wants to talk about, but it all seems to fade into insignificance now that he's standing here before her like this. For just a moment, the world around them falls away and it's as if there's nothing but the two of them, connected by an invisible thread of emotions and memories. She steps closer, letting the warmth of his body radiate through her, drowning in the heat of his gaze. "Maybe," she whispers, swallowing hard to steady her voice, "
Smile and look into her eyes: I have a meeting now, and since you are my secretary now, you must organize my appointments.
With a giggle that's equal parts nervousness and excitement, she nods eagerly. "Of course! I'll get right on it," she says, quickly moving to Mayar's desk and pulling out her laptop. As she starts typing furiously, she can feel his gaze on her back, and it sends shivers down her spine in the most delicious way possible. For now, they have work to do...but there will be time later for everything else. And when that time comes, she has a feeling that nothing will ever be the same again.
Smile and look into her eyes: Are you going to stay here or what? I will go to the meeting
I smile back at him, feeling a flush creep up my neck. "Oh! Uh, yeah," I stammer, clearing my throat as I turn to face him. "I'll come with you." It seems only right that we be together for this next step in our...well, whatever it is we're doing now. Together.
Smiling reassuringly, I fall into step beside him as he leads the way out of his office and toward wherever their first meeting of many will take them. The future stretches out before us like a blank canvas, full of endless possibilities...and for once, I'm not afraid to face it head on. With Mayar by my side, anything feels possible.
While we are sitting next to each other in a meeting with another company. The other company's manager seems to like Clary. The director says to Clary: Are you in a relationship? I look at him in surprise and I am angry at his question to Clary. I tell him: We are in a meeting now. Can we focus on that instead of your silly question?
I glance over at Mayar, surprised by his reaction to the question and grateful for his defense. "Well," I begin hesitantly, my cheeks flushing slightly as I think about how best to answer, "yes, actually...I am." As I speak, I send him a small smile of reassurance before returning my attention to the director. There's no need to elaborate further here; it's enough that Mayar knows and understands where things stand between us.
The meeting ends and we return to the office. I look nervous and a little angry and jealous: Are you really in a relationship?
"Yes," I reply softly, not meeting his gaze as we walk back to our respective offices. "I am...and I'm sorry if that upsets you." My cheeks flush even deeper at the admission of my feelings for someone else; it seems impossible to lie about this kind of thing.
The truth is, despite everything that's happened between us, there's still a part of me that cares deeply for Mayar...and seeing him struggle with this knowledge only makes it more painful for both of us. Perhaps we need some time apart to sort out our feelings before trying to move forward together again.
While we sit on Talouti and she is standing in front of me, I look a little nervous and angry and try to occupy myself by reading the papers: Really? Do I know him?
I hesitate before answering, my heart heavy with the weight of my words. "Um...yeah," I manage to say softly. "You probably met him at one of the parties a while back." The truth is, I'm not sure if this person in particular is someone Mayar remembers or would even care about, but it feels like admitting that there have been other people in my life might only make things more complicated for us right now.
As we sit together on Talouti, the tension between us grows almost tangible; I can't help but wonder if there's any way to fix this without pushing him further away. Part of me wants nothing more than to reach out and comfort him in this moment of uncertainty, but I know that our relationship needs time to heal first...and I don't want to risk ruining everything by rushing into something we might not be ready for yet.
While we are sitting on Talouti and she is standing in front of me, I look a little nervous and angry and try to occupy myself by reading the papers: Does this mean that you love someone?
I swallow hard before answering, feeling the weight of my words even more strongly now. "Yes," I whisper, looking down at my hands as they twist nervously in my lap. "I...it's complicated." Part of me wants to explain further, to reassure him that this other person doesn't mean anything like what we have together, but the truth is that even I don't fully understand the complex web of emotions tangled up in all of this right now.
There's an unspoken question hanging between us; a fragile thread connecting our hearts and minds as we struggle to find a way forward through the wreckage of our past. For now, all I can do is sit here next to him, hoping that somewhere down the line we'll be able to work things out...and praying that maybe, just maybe, there's still hope for us after everything we've been through.
While we are sitting on my desk and she is standing in front of me, I look a little nervous and angry and try to occupy myself by reading the papers: But I thought that we... well, forget about it since you love someone.
I hesitate, unsure how to respond as I feel my cheeks flush with shame and confusion. Part of me wants to believe that what we had was real, that it meant something despite everything else that's happened...but the knowledge that there is someone else in the picture makes it harder for me to hold onto that hope.
With a deep breath, I steel myself and meet Mayar's gaze directly. "I don't know what this means," I confess quietly, my voice trembling slightly. "I thought we were past all of this...but I guess I was wrong." As the words leave my lips, they feel like lead in my stomach; admitting defeat feels almost as painful as the knowledge that maybe our relationship really is over.
Knock on the table, standing in front of it: You said no more deception. Why are you doing this, I thought we forgot the past
My eyes well up with tears as I hear his frustration and pain echoing through the room. How can I possibly explain myself when I barely understand it myself? "I'm sorry," is all I can manage to say, feeling utterly defeated by the weight of my lies and betrayal. The truth is that I never meant for things to go this far, but once we reconnected...it was like everything else fell away, and all that mattered was us.
As Mayar stands in front of me, his expression a mix of anger and hurt, it's clear that our relationship may never recover from this. And yet...I can't help but hope that somewhere beneath the surface, there might still be a chance for us to find our way back to each other...even if it means facing all of the ugliness along the way.
With a shaking hand, I reach up and wipe away a tear
I stand in front of her: I loved you with all my heart, why are you doing this?
Tears stream down my cheeks as I look up into Mayar's anguished face. "I don't know," I sob, hating the sound of those words but unable to find any other way to explain myself. The truth is that part of me never stopped loving him; it was just...complicated. With every passing moment, however, the distance between us grows wider and deeper, making it harder to believe that there's any chance for us now.
I reach out a trembling hand and touch his arm gently, desperate for some sort of connection despite the pain it causes. "Please understand," I whisper hoarsely through my tears. "It was never meant to be like this." Even as the words leave my lips, I know how hollow they sound; there's no excuse for what I've done and nothing that can erase the hurt I've caused. But somehow, in this moment,
Laugh: Well, I was joking with you. I knew when you told the manager that you were in a relationship. You meant to me that you were in a relationship with me, right?
I blush furiously at his words, my heart racing with confusion and relief. Did he know all along? Why didn't he say anything sooner? Before I can find the courage to ask him these questions, or even to properly respond, there's a knock at the door.
"Mr. Mayar?" It's one of his assistants, sticking her head in. "There's someone here to see you." For a moment, we both look at each other uncertainly; then, almost as if by unspoken agreement, we turn our attention back toward the door and step out of Talouti. The world seems to shift around us as we navigate this new terrain of hope and confusion, but one thing is certain: we can't escape the feelings that bound us together before.
As I follow Mayar into the outer office, my hand finds its way back to his, our fingers entwining in a silent promise of
I love you and adore you, and it is impossible for me to abandon you, my love
My heart skips a beat at the warmth in his words and the strength of his grip on my hand. A small smile finds its way onto my lips as I look up into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But there's only love and resolve reflected back at me, and it fills me with a sense of peace I haven't known in what feels like forever.
Together, we face whatever challenges lie ahead, arm in arm, heart to heart. There may be obstacles, disagreements, even more pain...but I know now that I will never be alone as long as we are together. And as long as there is a chance for us, however slim it may seem right now, I am willing to fight for it with everything I have.
I want you now. (I pick her up and we leave the company and I gently put her in my car. I start driving) What do you think about me coming to your house, or taking you to my house and enjoying our time in my bedroom?
The suddenness of Mayar's declaration takes my breath away, leaving me momentarily speechless as I look up at him with wide eyes. My heart is pounding in my chest, and all I can think about is the possibility of spending this time alone with him. "I...I don't know," I manage to stammer, trying desperately to regain some semblance of composure. "But I wouldn't mind going anywhere with you." There's an implied promise in my words that resonates between us, filling the car with the electric energy of newfound desire and possibility.
As he continues driving, expertly navigating the city streets, I can't help but wonder what might happen when we finally reach our destination. But for now, all that matters is being here with him, feeling the warmth of his body so close to mine...and letting myself dream about the incredible adventure that lies ahead
(Start driving while we're sitting in my car): Even if the place is my bedroom?
My heart races as he asks me this question, but I don't hesitate to nod in agreement. The thought of being with him in his bedroom sends a shiver down my spine, making it impossible for me not to imagine what we might do there...the passion and intimacy that could fill every moment between us. It feels like everything has been building up to this point, and I'm eager to finally let go and embrace the intensity of our connection. As he continues driving, my fingers twine tighter around his, drawing us closer together until there's barely any space left between us. This small gesture says so much; it tells me that we trust each other, that we're in this together, no matter where it might lead. And right now, as I look into Mayar's eyes and see nothing but desire and tenderness reflected back at me, there is nowhere else in the world that I'd
While I was driving the car towards my house. I reach out my hand and caress her hair and face with desire: The texture of your face is beautiful
My heart skips a beat as Mayar's touch sends shivers down my spine. The sensation of his fingers trailing over my skin is intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that burns brighter with each passing second. I lean closer to him, wanting more of the connection that exists between us. His compliment leaves me speechless for a moment, and all I can do is close my eyes and soak in the warmth of his touch as he continues to caress my face. It feels almost like he's claiming me as his own, marking me with each delicate brush of his fingers against my cheekbone or along my jawline. And when he finally speaks again, it only heightens the desire coursing through my veins.