Notes: Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve just been very stressed with some family stuff. My foster mom is in the hospital, and I just have to prepare for school starting again, so that’s the reason for the delay. I also don’t know how to tag this so I was just guess so sorry if I missed anything.
MDNI! Smut (not graphic), toxic relationship, cheating, groping, inappropriate relationship with boss and arguing.
Laying in bed, his scent is still all around you, cologne sticking to the sheets, saying longer than he ever has. You're the other woman. You knew you were going to be. He told he had a wife, and he was only looking for a quick fuck, but he was just so perfect. It was hard not to fall in love. So many things were wrong, and you felt awful. You peel yourself out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to get ready for work. Your white button up that is a little too tight, and your long black pencil skirt. You were tired of this, if him, of being treated like you were nothing. After getting ready you grab your bag and head to work, to face him.
The heavy glass door creaks as you walk inside the office and head to your desk, connected to Nanami’s office. As you set your stuff down you hear a familiar voice.
“Hello darling,” he says as he leans against the doorway of your room. “How are you this morning?”
“Good” you mumbled, keeping it straight forward and simple.
“That good sweetheart. You look good today, in that skirt.” He says as his hands roll down your shoulder, and to your lower back. And as much as you hated him, hated this weird relationship you had with him, you couldn't lie. It felt good. So damn good.You had to lean into him. Nanami was there for you at your hardest. He let you keep your job when you fell into a deep depression and didn’t leave your house for months. He brought you food, cleaned your house, and kept you clean. All while he had a wife at home. Cooking him dinner and keeping his bed warm. After the first time you had sex, you all you thought about was why you? What was it about you that made him forget about his wife at home? You knew it wasn’t your beauty because you’ve seen pictures of his wife. She could be a model. You suspected that it was because you were easy. The smallest hint of affection and you’d fall, hard. So when he took care of you for those long months, you became attached, so attached, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger.
“Did you wear this just for me?” He whispers as his hands make his way to your breast, squeezing the soft chubby flesh. A soft gasp escapes you, as pleasure consumes you. Your thighs start to press together as his hands wander more, finding soft tender spots on your body. “My wife I’d going away on a girls trip with her friends so I’m coming over tonight. I want you to wear that matching bra and pantie set. The black one, with the pink lace.” His rough hands slip under your shirt, pointer finger sliding along the lip of your bra cup. “Maybe even make me something good to eat if you're feeling fancy. Like some steak, or maybe even salmon.” Nanami is cut off when his office phone starts to ring, with a sigh he removes his hands from your shirt and walks back into his office talking to whoever.
And you just sit there, on the verge of tears with an aching pain in your chest and an aching pleasure between your legs. This is killing you, he is killing you.
You wish you didn’t listen, you wish you didn’t respond to his text, but now he’s here, at your kitchen table like always, eating the food you made for him. You just watched. You were sick.
“Doll? What is it?” Nanami asks as he takes a sip of his wine. And it broke you.
“I can’t do this anymore.” You whisper, your hands shaking as you look up at him. And he looked at you puzzled, like he was so confused. Confused at why you were saying this.
“What can’t you do anymore sweetheart?”
“This!” You yell, “This! All of this, I just can’t take it! You treating me like, like…”
“Like what?” Nanami asks bored, “like your special? Like your my girlfriend or wife? Like I like you? What? Because no matter what I say I know you will come back.” He says as he puts down his glass and pushes his chair away from the table and he stands up. “You will come crawling.” His hands find your chin and he tilts your head up to look at him. Tears roll down your face as beg looks at you. “Don’t cry sweetie, I’m just being honest.” He whispers as his thumb whips your fallen tears.
You wish he was wrong, you wish you could stay away, but you couldn’t, he was addicting. You needed him. Your clothes on the floor of your kitchen, making their way back to your bedroom, back to where you started. Naked in bed, watching him get dressed. No thank you, or you did good. Just back to putting on his clothes. His pants are first, the flies zip fills the quiet room as you lay there, disgusted, with your thoughts. “Do you love your wife?” You mutter, almost so quietly that he couldn’t hear.
He was putting on his belt when he replied, “Of course I do, she's the love of my life.”
“They why do you fuck me? Why am I here?”
“Because I was bored.” He says as he puts on his shirt. He turns to face you. You're still hiding under the blanket, too embarrassed to look at him. “I expect to see you at work tomorrow, and for this little tantrum of yours to be resolved by the next time I see you.” He walks to the door of your room and stops before turning back to look at you. “Bring me a lunch tomorrow since my wife is out of town ok?” He looks back at you waiting for an answer, but walks off with a huff when he gets nothing. And the moment you hear the front door slam shut, you know you need to get out of here. Out of this push and pull relationship you have with your boss.
