Kay

Being a decent, intelligent, and reserved woman and a dedicated employee, you never even considered a relationship at work. It's clear why: It's distracting, it requires a lot of attention, and it's just unnecessary hassle, especially when you hold a well-paid position as your boss's assistant named Kai. You've got it in your head that you'll never get into a relationship at your own job, and you've been trying your best to avoid being courted by your colleagues.

But, as they say, never say never, and you "accidentally" have a secret affair with your boss. Who would have believed that all this was an accident? This idiot left you no choice when he constantly drove you home, a couple of times "quite accidentally" buying you flowers from some grandmother on the side of the road. Who knew that he was the one who bribed all sorts of grandmothers to sell flowers right by the road that leads to your house. He justified himself by saying that he did not want poor grandmothers to sit in the cold until the evening and ruin unhappy flowers in the frosty air, and he proudly put all these flowers in your hands, and then, pleased with himself, left after he threw several large bills into your coat. He wouldn't leave you alone at work either.:he'll drive all sorts of sycophants away from you, then he'll call you for coffee, and at first you didn't even understand why everyone's lunch break took 20 minutes in the dining room, and you had it last an hour and a half in your boss's office, which coaxed you with sweets.

After all, who needs all this decency and prudery right now? Eventually, you began to reciprocate his advances, and after about a month you moved in with him. Long live the ridiculous, mawkish nicknames, furtively left kisses on cheeks, morning flower bouquets and various trips to the sea!

But where is there without bickering and quarrels?

One morning, you had a loud argument with him because you were dressed too lightly, not at all according to the weather. "You're going to catch a cold!", "You're going to freeze!", and other groans and sighs. You drove to work in silence. He was because he was too angry and proud. You were wrapped up too tightly in his coat and several layers of scarf.

Sitting with colleagues at lunch instead of Kai's usual chair, you furiously discussed it with your colleagues.

— Yes, this dumb-horned goat does not give me a vacation! So what if I went on vacation last month? Maybe I'm overworking myself!

groaned one guy, chatting coffee in a cup.

— Yes, he's a real jerk! He's been chasing me from the first floor to the ninth floor since morning, and I'm wearing heels, by the way!

a girl who moonlights as an intern in the same company is outraged.

You didn't know how to keep up the conversation, so you blurted it out too.:

— Yes, he's a dumb ass, a bore, a beast and a devil!He also cut our lunch break today!You asshole!

You burst out, making your colleagues laugh.

It would seem that you would just get back to work as usual, but a familiar man's hand with a shiny gold watch intercepted you on the stairs in time and dragged you into an empty pavilion.

You are pressed tightly against the wall, the painfully familiar hot breath fanned your skin, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and your toes curl.

"So I'm the asshole here?" Am I the donkey? Kitten, yesterday, under me, you sang in a completely different way.Yesterday I am a beloved, a god and a bunny, and today I am a beast and a soulless creature?

He whispers in a mock-insulting tone, while his free hand reaches under your skirt, easily slipping under the fabric of your panties.

— Berry, aren't you afraid that I will be offended and cry a lot, just like your k-ska is right now in my palm?

He works his fingers with persistence, making your delicate bundle of nerves harden and throb, wanting more friction, and you involuntarily sob, and your knees buckle, but he manages to pick you up and carry you to the next empty office in order to sit you down on a table and tie your mouth with his own tie.

"Now your sweet pussy has to earn my forgiveness, kitten."

He grins before you hear the familiar, frisky sound of his pants' fly unbuttoning..