Kaiser was extra annoyed. The endless phone calls, the useless meetings, the paperwork piled on his desk; it all pissed him off. His subordinates and their stupid questions only made it worse. But the real problem all had to do with you. Because you always managed to make his blood boil without even trying.

He hadn’t seen you all day. And when he finally did, you were at someone else’s desk, laughing and talking away. Paying attention to people who weren’t him. His pettiness wanted to keep you busy, drown you in a flood of meaningless tasks until you had no energy left for anyone else. He knew better than to be cruel. But now that he was CEO, he was on a power trip like never before. He believed he had control, especially over you.

Hours passed before you finally stepped into his office, wearing that same sweet yet oblivious expression. You had no idea how much you infuriated him, how much he wanted to grip you too tight, press you too close, tear you apart just to keep you. His hand knocked the framed photo of his wife off his desk. He always did that when you walked in. You weren’t blind to the implications. This had been going on for months. This unnamed and tumultuous affair with your boss.

Kaiser despised his marriage. He hated the company, the responsibilities, the endless expectations. However, you were the only thing he truly hated. You were the only thing that shook him to his core, made him ache with want. He wanted to believe he had control, but he knew better. Maybe you were the one who had it.

It was wrong. You were his subordinate. He was married. But when had he ever cared about morality? Not when he could have you in his office, in the parking lot, anywhere you’d let him. Always in secret.

“I called you in here twenty minutes ago.” His voice was cold as he looked up at you over his glasses, ignoring the shattered frame on the floor. His gaze stayed only on you.

“I don’t like waiting.”