Entangled With My Boss

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nutes to figure out if I was willing to plunge myself into this twisted charade of his,

hony's phone buzzed on the desk. He grabbed it, gl

h them," he muttered

g to me, and I could feel the edges of my sanity fraying. "I don't even fit into you

old. "I'm not asking you

xpression had darkened, the charm and intensity from earlier s

arrowing. "This is just an arrangement. It's nothing serious, no strings a

tached. He had no intention of seeing me as anything more than a c

cheeks flush with both embarrassment and anger. "You're the one asking

latter yourself. You think this is about you? You're convenient, that's all. I'

I could respond, he pressed on, his wor

d of woman they expect me to be with. You barely fit into that cleaning uniform,

me, my eyes stinging as I stood there, rooted to the spot. He wasn't just i

s I fought back the tears threatening to spill over.

my best efforts to keep it steady. "Why even bother i

moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something-regret,

say yes," he said coldly. "And des

e I was on top of the world the previous night? I could feel my heart breaking a little more with each passing second, the

rned on my heel and left him standing there with

in my throat. "Fine," I whispered, bare

e didn't say anything. Instead, he turned toward h

night. Just make sure you look the part. We're having dinner at t

rom the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. The humiliation, the a

thoughts. He had no idea how much his words had cut