For The Second Time

From the previous story, while I was working in the office, I received news from a colleague about a rumor involving their boss, Mr. Raymond, being close to someone in the office. The colleague implied that the person involved was lucky because of the wealth associated with Mr. Raymond.

Feeling uncomfortable, I decided to investigate further. The colleague mentioned that there was a witness who saw Mr. Raymond and the person having lunch together, indicating an intimate relationship. Disturbed, I planned to confront Mr. Raymond about the situation. Needing some calm, I went to the restroom to think about my next steps.

I took a moment to gather my courage and confront my boss about his actions. When I felt ready, I went to his office and directly approached him with a series of questions.

Me: "Sir, have you forgotten your promise to me?" I asked.

Mr. Raymond: "What promise?" he replied, confused.

Me: "The promise not to misuse your power to harass subordinates, especially women."

Mr. Raymond: "Who have I harassed?" he grew even more puzzled.

The commotion in the room made all the employees who heard it restless, and they stood near the door with questioning faces. I took the initiative to approach them and ask,

"What's going on here?"

Co-worker: "Why are you arguing with Mr. Raymond?"

Me: "I'm just warning him not to abuse his authority to harass employees here," I stated firmly.

Co-worker: "What do you mean?"

Me: "He's been flirting and asking out all the women here."

Co-worker: "Lia, no one is dating Mr. Raymond except you," they insisted.

I fell silent for a moment, then asked again.

Me: "The gossip I heard? Mr. Raymond is flirting with female employees and always going to cafes?"

Co-worker: "Yes, the girl they're talking about is you, Lia. You're the one they mean."

Suddenly, I felt like the ground was shrinking around me, shocked to the core. What cheap gossip is this? I wondered in my heart.

Mr. Raymond approached me and put his hand on my shoulder. Then he smiled broadly and said, "Look! No one is being harassed. You're overreacting, Lia. It's better if you don't go anywhere after work; we'll go home together," he said.

Me: "Go? Where?"

Mr. Raymond: "Don't refuse, just follow my instructions!"

I fell silent and thought about it again, "Where are we going?" I wondered in my heart.

It was late afternoon, indicating that the workday was almost over. I sat at my desk when my boss entered and greeted me. "Lia, are you ready? We're leaving now."

I still didn't know the real destination. But I couldn't refuse because he had tied me to all the facilities he provided. We went to the parking lot and got into his car.

During the journey, his behavior made me feel disgusted. Besides talking about trivial things, his hand kept trying to touch my thigh. I felt extremely uncomfortable, until at one point when I tried to push his hand away, he held my thigh tightly and caused me pain.

"Stay quiet!" he commanded me with a sharp gaze. I couldn't do anything; I just obeyed his request. He gently stroked my thigh, and I felt uncomfortable with his touch. I wasn't accustomed to being touched by a man.

Upon reaching our destination, he opened the door for me. I looked around and realized that it was a luxurious and expensive 5-star hotel. Mr. Raymond held my hand and escorted me inside. We entered the room he had booked, a VIP suite.

Inside the room, I felt increasingly uncomfortable. I wondered why we came to a hotel, and if this was a meeting, why did we have to go into the room? I was full of confusion at that moment. Shortly after, my boss asked me to sit on the sofa in the room. Honestly, I no longer had the ability to refuse his orders because I really needed everything he provided.

He walked towards the door and locked it, making my heart race. My mind started to panic, and I couldn't think clearly. He approached me and hugged me from behind. He gently kissed my neck, and I immediately felt sensations I had never felt before. "You know, Lia, I've always imagined moments like this, moments when you won't refuse," he said.

Mr. Raymond turned my body around and hugged me tightly. I tried to free myself from his embrace, but the more I tried, the tighter he held me. "Stay quiet and enjoy it!" he whispered softly in my ear, sending shivers down my spine and pleasurable sensations.

Mr. Raymond started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his strong chest and six-pack abs, making my mouth water. It was the first time I saw a man's body that attractive up close.

"Good, Lia, enjoy it and don't refuse!" he said. At that moment, I really didn't care about anything he said; I was simply enjoying this extraordinary sensation.

He continued to seduce me, and... "Aaaahhh... it feels so good, sir," I unconsciously spoke like that. Mr. Raymond became even more wild. I was truly on the peak of pleasure.

"Do it now, sir!" I requested. Mr. Raymond followed my command.

"Why, sir? Why did you pull out?" I became angry and frustrated because I hadn't reached climax yet while Mr. Raymond had finished. "Forgive me, Lia. You're too beautiful, too smooth. Your body made me unable to resist pulling out," he replied.

Then he went to the bathroom, leaving me alone. I remained on the bed, feeling disappointed because I hadn't reached climax. Unconsciously due to exhaustion, I fell asleep without wearing any clothes.

I didn't know how long I slept until I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Raymond sitting next to me. He caressed my smooth thigh and gave a gentle smile. I didn't respond to his smile; instead, I hurried to the bathroom to get dressed.

After showering and wrapping myself in a towel, I came out and grabbed my clothes. Mr. Raymond didn't even blink when he saw my body. "Lia, you're incredibly beautiful. Your body is amazing – fair, smooth, and firm. You're truly a perfect woman. Why don't you become my wife?" I was shocked to hear Mr. Raymond say that because I knew he already had a wife, and I was the only one who knew about Mr. Raymond's privacy. None of my colleagues in the office knew about this.

"Sorry, sir, I don't want to be a home wrecker," I replied briefly. He smiled and gently patted my buttocks. "I'll leave now, Lia. Wait here, and I'll be back," he said.

I didn't care; I was busy drying my hair. As I searched for a hair tie, I noticed a small piece of paper on the dressing table with a note: "Lia, thank you for providing this incredible pleasure. Check your account balance; I just transferred $1000 for your kitchen needs, and tomorrow I'll transfer more for other needs."

I immediately checked my bank balance, and indeed, my savings had increased. I felt a mix of joy and humiliation. But I tried to stay strong and endure

this situation, while also saving money and planning to leave this deadly cycle someday.