Dangerous Affair with my hot boss

CHAPTER 003: MR A

~~ELLIE~~

In the last six months, since my husband had thought it was a great idea to suggest an open marriage, we’d had different sleeping and eating arrangements. We still had s*x a few times, watched Friday night movies, laughed at his silly jokes.

But things were different now—since I caught him cheating. Things were way worse. We barely saw each other. We worked 8–3, no one cooked, just buying takeout. No more s*x—I personally would hit him with my six-inch stiletto in the eye if he touched me. Also, we've said nothing to each other.

That hurt. I’d been waiting for an apology and I’d gotten none. It was driving me crazy.

I couldn’t concentrate on the work I’d brought from home, so I slapped my laptop shut and went downstairs. He was in the living room, glaring at the TV. A soap opera was on.

“Are you seriously not going to make amends?” I snapped, breathing hard from rushing downstairs.

He turned his neck like an owl and eyed me in my yellow chick pajamas.

“I didn’t know you’d want to be spoken to. You’ve been acting like an angry bird.”

Where was that f*****g stiletto?

“You can’t be serious!” I scoffed.

Nolan stood up then and faced me, hands akimbo. “I said I was sorry. I had a good explanation for what happened.”

“What good explanation? Sleeping with your secretary behind my back and calling it 'trying other people'?”

“That’s what an open marriage is, Ellie. You have to try out other people while being married! It’s nothing serious!”

Just when I thought he wouldn’t dare utter another bullshit.

“Right. We’re in an open marriage." I nodded, biting my fingers. I didn’t want to cry in front of him. “You get to do fun stuff, and I get to—”

“I didn’t do fun stuff. Stop talking like that!”

“Oh, so f*****g Ann in your car is all part of the work description?!” I shouted. Nolan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. “You’ve destroyed my heart, Nolan!”

A beat passed. A long staring contest. Then he said, “You did that to yourself by sneaking into my trunk.”

Oh, that was the last f*****g straw.

I picked up a rubber duck on the dining table and threw it at him. He ducked.

I wiped my tears, lifted my head high, and climbed back up to my room.

"You're being dramatic, Ellie," he called after me.

Oh, he had no idea how dramatic I was about to get.

I pulled open my laptop and texted Gia. She responded right away.

In a matter of minutes, she got me vetted into EliteHook—a black app with a vintage gold letter E on it.

I scrolled down. Lots of old-money last names slid up. An odd name caught my eye.

“Mr A,” I muttered. That was vague, unlike the others. I tapped into his profile. I wasn’t prepared for what hit my eyes.

Name: Mr A

Age: 40

Location: Manhattan, NY

Profession: CEO, multi-billion dollar company

Net Worth: Enough to own your desires.

About Me: I close deals in boardrooms by day and take control in the bedroom by night. Do not expect anything vanilla. I believe in structured chaos—the kind that leaves you breathless and begging.

I’m dominant, demanding, and dangerously self-aware. I enjoy women who know how to kneel without losing their fire. If you understand the thrill of submission—of surrendering in a safe space laced with trust, control, and respect—we might just speak the same language.

I thrive on power dynamics and psychological tension.

“Phew!” I fanned myself with my fingers as I suddenly began to feel hot everywhere. Every. Where.

Kinks & Interests: b**m (Experienced Dom), Power Imbalance / Authority Play, Brat Taming, Collar and Leash Play, Contract Dynamics, Punishments & Rewards, Spanking, Bondage, Orgasm Control

Role Play: CEO/Intern, Professor/Student, Daddy/Babygirl

My p***y throbbed as I reread: Professor/Student. My long-hidden favorite roleplay!

My throat began to burn. It took me a couple of seconds to gather myself and continue reading.

Aftercare: NO

Well, that was just mean.

Looking For: A woman who understands that submission is strength, not weakness. Someone emotionally mature, open-minded, and craving structure in the most unstructured ways. Intelligence is mandatory. A sharp tongue will be tolerated… briefly. Safe words required. Limits respected.

If you want to taste power, you have to bend over for it.

Hard Limits: Disrespect, dishonesty, drama, and talkatives.

Feeling called out, I swallowed hard.

Send your profile link. Note: it must include your favorite roleplay and how far you’re willing to take it. Otherwise, you’re wasting both our times.

I exhaled loudly like I’d just read the hottest smut of my life.

This man had listed every f*****g thing I’d ever fantasized about. Was it crazy that he sounded like someone hot? He probably looked like Mr. Ashworth... or even better.

Seated in silence, I contemplated for close to an hour. Mr A stuck out to me for a reason. He was the one.

Scrolling up to his inbox, I tapped on it and sent him my profile—Gia had created a fake one for me.

I waited for a response, but nothing came. I groaned and slumped over onto my laptop. The sudden urge to cry again enveloped me.

Hours later, I was almost fast asleep before my laptop rang. I shot up and turned it over.

It was a message from Mr A!

CODE: 0989

Sunday, 4th. 9:00 p.m. Zeus Hotel.

DON’T BE LATE.

I bolted into the bathroom, almost peeing myself.