Hiding the Heirs from My Boss

I’ve checked my phone multiple times, but my boyfriend still hasn't replied. I texted him last night asking what his plan was for our anniversary today. He’s probably working overtime again. He does that often. His boss frequently takes him to out-of-town meetings, so we rarely get the chance to talk. We’ve been together for three years. And today marks our third year of being in love. Roger and I met during our junior year of college. He was a university basketball player—an achiever, an athlete, and above all, highly intelligent. At that time, I wasn't looking for a relationship because my focus was solely on my studies. I wanted my aunt, who took me in after my parents died, to be proud of me. Anyway... I decided to just go to Roger's condo and wait for him there. I went grocery shopping because I planned to cook for him. I also bought balloons and a cake, wanting to surprise him. Luckily, I still have a spare key. I never returned it after he had me clean his unit three months ago. "It's such a mess!" I complained as I entered. Since it was still early, I decided to clean first. I tidied his room, changed the sheets, and organized his laundry into a bag before taking it to the shop across the street. I finished cleaning around five in the afternoon and started cooking while simultaneously inflating the balloons. I caught my breath when I heard the door open. Oh, no! He's here! Why so early? I stood up, panicking and unsure of what to do first. I really wanted to surprise him. But then, his phone rang. "Hello, babe... Yeah, I'm at the condo. Just come up." What?! Babe?! Who could he be talking to? I couldn't believe my ears. My body started shaking. I felt weak, yet I couldn't bring myself to sit down. I wanted to confront him immediately, but the urge to catch him in the act was stronger. I was certain he was talking to a woman. My heart hoped I was wrong thinking maybe it was a man. But what man goes by the name Babe? I checked my phone again. Still no reply. My chest tightened and my eyes began to water. Then, the door opened. I heard a woman's voice. "Babe, I miss you!" she said happily. Roger chuckled, sounding just as excited to see her. I leaned against the wall as the sound of loud kissing filled the room. I stood there stunned for several minutes, gathering the courage to come out from my hiding spot. When I finally stepped out of the kitchen, I found them on the sofa. They were entangled, their clothes already discarded. In their intensity, they didn’t even notice me. "You filthy sonofabitch!" I shouted. Roger hurried to stand up, but the woman clung to his waist, refusing to let go. "Bastard!" I screamed again. I grabbed the cake and threw it, hitting them both square in the face. I threw the food I had cooked and everything else I had bought, making sure they couldn't enjoy any of it. "Sweetheart, let me explain!" "Don't touch me!" I shouted in his face. After trashing the kitchen, I walked out. He grabbed my hand. "I didn’t mean to—" "You didn’t mean to?! Really?! Well, I meant this!" I said, slapping his cheek hard. "Why, Roger? Why?!" "I'm a man—" I laughed bitterly. A man with needs? Seriously?! "Today is our third anniversary. I planned to surprise you. I even planned to finally give you what you've been asking for, but I'm glad I didn't. Thanks for everything, Roger. I hope our paths never cross again." He tried to follow me to the elevator, but the doors closed. I can't even describe how I feel. I wanted to cry, but at every floor, someone else got on. When I finally reached the street, I hailed a taxi. I sobbed in the back seat. I didn’t want to go home because I didn’t want to see that woman. Of all the people he could have replaced me with, he chose my cousin who had just turned eighteen. I headed straight to a bar, even though I knew my outfit was all wrong. I was wearing a modest long-sleeved shirt, a skirt past my knees, and glasses, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to drink to forget. They say alcohol makes you forget your problems, at least for a while. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. I still had money from my back pay, so I felt confident enough to spend it on alcohol just this once. I cried as I drank, losing count of the glasses. By the time a man sat in the chair next to me, I was already dizzy. He was tall. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could tell he was incredibly handsome. He caught me looking and glanced back. I looked away quickly, gulping down the drink the waiter had just set down. I winced. "Why is it so bitter?" I complained, coughing as it burned my throat. "That's mine," the guy next to me said. "Is that yours?" I slurred. "Yeah." "Oops, sorry. I'll get you another one." I signaled the bartender. "I'll pay for it," I said, rubbing my eyes. I was getting sleepy, but I didn't want to go home. I looked at the dance floor. The lights were dizzying and the crowd felt suffocating. "Can I get some water?" I asked. My heart started racing. Feeling uncomfortably hot, I unbuttoned the top of my shirt. "What are you doing?" the guy asked. "I can't breathe. It’s hot," I said. "Why?" He was looking at my chest. Looking down, I saw that my black bra was visible. "Do you like them?" I looked at him and asked with a flirtatious laugh I didn't recognize. "Hmmm, yeah. They're round and big. I like them." I giggled. "Can I touch them?" he asked. "Sorry, you can't. They were for my boyfriend. But he’s my ex now. He cheated on me with my cousin. Am I really that replaceable? Don't answer that. I know I dress like an old maid." "You don't look like an old maid to me," he said. I laughed. "You can look, but you can't touch." "Can I kiss them?" I gasped and stared at him. He was truly handsome. I smiled. "That's not allowed either." He chuckled—a deep, sexy sound. I pouted. "You're really handsome," I said with a wink. "You're drunk," he laughed. "Are you alone?" "I think so," I replied, grinning. "I'm heartbroken, so I came here to drink. Why are you here?" "I just want to relax," he said. "Ah... Okay, I’m going to go dance for a while." I hit the dance floor. Some guys tried to approach me, but I brushed them off until someone hugged me from behind. I recognized his voice immediately. It was the man from the bar. "Where are you heading?" "To my aunt's house. But I don't want to go there now. I might lose it if I see my cousin." "Well, where will you go instead?" I thought for a moment. "Maybe a hotel." "Do you want some company?" I giggled. "Company? Don't you have a place to stay?" "I don't want to go home either," he replied, kissing my neck. I gasped. No one had ever done that to me. Even Roger had only ever given me a peck on the lips. He was always just chasing s*x. It annoyed me just thinking about him. "What do you think?" he asked, his hands on my waist. "Okay, if that's what you want." I didn't know why I agreed. I just felt comfortable with him. "Let's get out of here," he whispered. He turned me around, adjusted my shirt, and led me out of the bar into a waiting taxi. We arrived at a hotel. "It's expensive here," I noted as we got out. "I only have a budget of 100…" "I have a discount card," he replied smoothly. In the elevator, the dizziness returned. As soon as the room door opened, we began kissing. It was passionate and intense and in a way I had never been kissed before. I couldn't help but moan as he removed my top. He moved to my chest, and I let out a soft "Ah!" It was a new, electric sensation. He alternated between sucking and licking, and all I could say was, "It feels so good." He lifted me and laid me back onto the soft bed, continuing to shower my neck and chest with kisses. He removed the rest of my clothes, his hands roaming until they found my center, moist with pleasure. As he moved lower, I felt a surge of intensity. "It tickles," I breathed, but I didn't stop him. He parted my legs, and though I felt a brief flash of shyness, it vanished when he kissed my thigh. I had thought I would give my virginity to Roger, but I was glad I hadn't. "Ah!" I moaned as he reached his mark. He was incredible. It felt like electricity was pulsing through my entire body. My shyness was gone. I moved against him, caught in the heat of my first orgasm. He quickly shed his own clothes. I swallowed hard when I saw him. He was much larger than I expected. Can I handle this? He looked at me with a proud grin and positioned himself. When he moved to enter, I cried out in pain, causing him to freeze. "You're a virgin," he said, his tone a mix of surprise and sudden irritation. "Go on," I whispered. "You're already in. Just continue."