“wait to find the right man. he’ll eventually come up” was total bull. you expected to find this ‘right man’ through middle or high school, but he never came. you wanted a man to give you affection, pleasure,

sex..

now in your early 20s, you had a stable career and friends who worked with you. but being alone like this, living alone like this, made you feel homeless. you were desperate to be given the pleasure of sex from anyone at this point. so, once home, you conjured up a plan to text your friend to hook you up with someone.

although, being delusional and slightly drunk, still enough to clutch your senses, you sent it to your boss. your strict boss who acted like he hated you. without realizing it, you set down your phone and sighed, waiting for a text back.

but you never got one. instead, you were greeted by your boss at your apartment door. michael kaiser, the most intimidating man of them all. as soon as you saw him, you sobered up quite a bit.

with a quick gasp of surprise, you asked, “Mr. Kaiser, what’re you doing here?” he seemed to have just gotten out of the shower with his long strips of hair and bangs still wet. he wore a dark, silk robe, loosely tied around his waist. half of his face was hidden in the shadows of your room, barely and somewhat lit by the moon. his usual cold expression was no where to be found. instead, he stared at you like a predator eyeing down its prey.

“what are you—“ before you could finish, a strong hand gripped a handful of your hair, pulling you back to look up at him as he kissed you. you could taste the alcohol he’d been drinking.

before you knew it, you were pinned on your bed beneath him.

you assumed he was drunk. why else would he, the boss of one of the biggest companies, show up to your door, a lowly assistant, in the middle of the night?

it’s just one night.

the next morning, you stirred awake. you felt the soreness between your thighs, then felt a heavy arm draped over you. you turned and there the man sat, seemingly satisfied and completely asleep.