I'm practically living with Henry now and everyone already knows we are dating at the office,we come to work together and get off work together,I was already promoted,I was more like Henry's personal assistant and romance was out of bounds' at work unless we were hiding and stealing kisses..
I sat at my desk, typing away on my computer as I worked diligently on the latest project. The office was bustling with activity, the sound of keyboards clacking and printers humming filling the air. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't notice the client's arrival until Rachel approached my desk.
"Anne, there's a client here to see Henry," Rachel whispered, her voice low and discreet. "He's being a bit...difficult. Henry's asked that you avoid his office until this person leaves."
I nodded understandingly, my curiosity piqued. "Okay, no problem," I replied, trying to focus on my work once again.
As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but wonder who the client was and what they wanted. I had seen Henry deal with difficult clients before, but there was something about this particular situation that seemed different.
I tried to concentrate on my work, but my ears perked up whenever I heard the sound of raised voices coming from Henry's office. I couldn't make out what was being said, but the tone was unmistakable. I felt a knot form in my stomach as I wondered what was going on.
As I worked, my mind began to wander. Who was this client, and what did they want with Henry? Was it something work-related, or was there more to it? I found myself glancing at the clock, willing the time to pass quickly so that the client would leave and I could go about my day without any further interruptions.
Despite my best efforts, my curiosity got the better of me. I found myself sneaking glances at Henry's office, trying to catch a glimpse of the client through the window. But the blinds were closed, and I couldn't see anything.
After what felt like an eternity, the client's voice grew louder, and I could sense the tension in the air. I tried to focus on my work, but my heart was racing with anticipation. What was going on in there, and how would it affect Henry and the company?
Finally, after what seemed like an endless wait, the client stormed out of Henry's office, his face red with anger. I watched as he marched past my desk, his eyes flashing with hostility. I breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind him, and the office returned to its usual calm atmosphere.
A few minutes later, Henry emerged from his office, looking tired but relieved. He caught my eye and smiled weakly, and I knew that everything was okay. I smiled back, feeling a sense of concern for him. What had just happened, and how would it affect our work together? I made a mental note to ask him about it later, when we were alone.
As Henry approached my desk, I could see the weight of the encounter still lingering on his face. He looked like he had been through a storm, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for him. "Hey," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks for staying out of the way. I appreciate it."
I nodded, my eyes locked on his. "No problem," I replied, my voice equally soft. "Is everything okay?"
Henry hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, it's fine. Just a...difficult client."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, my voice low.
Henry glanced around the office, making sure no one was listening. "Maybe later," he said, his eyes flicking back to mine. "When we're alone."
I nodded, understanding. Whatever had happened in that office, it was clear that Henry wasn't ready to talk about it yet. But I knew him well enough to know that he would open up eventually, and when he did, I would be there to listen.
For now, I just smiled and nodded, letting him know that I was there for him, no matter what. And as we went back to work, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets Henry was hiding, and what had really gone down in that office.
As we stepped into the warmth of our home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The tension of the day seemed to melt away, replaced by the comforting familiarity of our cozy living room. Henry, however, seemed distant, his mind still preoccupied with the events of the day.
I slipped off my shoes and settled onto the couch, expecting Henry to join me and finally open up about what had happened with the difficult client. But as he walked into the room, he seemed determined to change the subject.
"Hey, how about I order some dinner?" he asked, his voice light and casual, as he picked up the phone. "I'm starving. What do you feel like eating?"
I looked at him, surprised by the sudden shift in topic. "Uh, whatever you want is fine," I replied, trying to hide my curiosity.
As Henry began to order our dinner, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. I had been looking forward to talking to him about what had happened at work, to offering him a listening ear and some comfort. But it seemed like he was determined to keep it locked away, at least for now.
As we waited for our food to arrive, Henry got up and walked over to the stereo, putting on some soft, romantic music. The sweet melodies filled the room, and I felt my tension ease. He came back to the couch and sat down beside me, pulling me close.
"Let's just relax and enjoy the evening," he said, his voice low and soothing.
I nodded, feeling his warmth and comfort. We drank some wine wish Henry had set aside for us to drink,I sipped my wine slowly while humming to the music,I looked over at the wine bottle and noticed it's already finished,Henry was drinking way more than usual.
He stood up and went to the fridge and took out some can of beers,and opened them right in front of me and started gulping down and swallowing hard.
I went up to him,"are you good " I asked him..
Will you make me feel good? He asked me,his look was getting scary and I've never seen him look at me in that way,I wanted to tell him to sit down for a minute but he didn't seem like he would listen..
I nodded,'Yes I will' I said,
'Kneel then ! Henry ordered,I was getting scared but I was still willing to obey,I knelt down and he asked me to open my mouth wide and I did.
I almost gagged when he thrusts his protruding into my mouth,my throat hurt,but he didn't look Like he noticed or cared but rather pushed my hair rhythmically till he was satisfied.
He pushed me to the side and I fell down,tears filled my eyes and was flooding the floor where I was curled up on crying silently.
'We aren't done yet' Henry mouthed and scooped me up from the floor and headed to the bedroom..