A Second Chance with My Boss

The night air was warm even though the rain had just stopped. A man's footsteps sounded heavy in the dimly lit hotel room. Victoria Jane Collin's body felt light in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder with regular, warm breaths. The blazer she wore was slightly wrinkled, and her cheeks were flushed from the effects of alcohol. "You're really drunk..." the man murmured softly, looking down at the woman's face, which was closed in his arms. He set Victoria down and then looked at her intently. Victoria stayed where she was. She raised her head, and the two pairs of eyes met, hot and full of meaning. Her breathing was ragged. The tall man drew her lips closer. His kiss came slowly, unhurriedly, but with control. A hand slipped around Victoria's waist, pulling her closer. Victoria reciprocated hesitantly at first, but as the man pushed her more profoundly, she lost all reason to hold back. Her fingers gripped the collar of his shirt as if unwilling to have even the slightest distance between them. The kiss that had begun softly, as if savoring every second that passed, quickly became more profound and bolder. Heartbeats quickened as their breathing became heavier. As he lifted her up and placed her on the table behind them, Victoria moaned softly between kisses. Her blazer had already come off, leaving only the sleeveless shirt clinging to her body. "If you think this is a mistake, tell me now..." His voice sounded hoarse as if he struggled to keep it in. Victoria blinked slowly, staring at him with misty eyes. Her lips parted slightly before she finally muttered something in a weak voice. "It's not... fault." The doubts that had previously bound the man began to crumble. No matter how much he restrained himself, he could not fool himself. Victoria's pull was too strong to ignore, and his body responded in ways he could not resist. He stared at Victoria for a few seconds before his lips fell on hers again, crushing them as he held onto her slender waist. Victoria's hand crept to his neck, holding him tight. They moved toward the bed without realizing it, almost stumbling halfway. He caught Victoria's body before she lost her balance. Not wanting her to get hurt, he picked her up again. And carefully placed her on the bed. His eyes scanned the expression on Victoria's face — her messy hair, fluttering eyelids, and lips looking so tantalizing. He swallowed. When his hand rose to unbutton Victoria's shirt, something held it back. "I can still leave now," he whispered, giving Victoria a chance to take her words back. Just as he was about to move away, Victoria's fingers gripped his shirt as if refusing to let go. "Don't go..." she whispered, her voice weak and almost indistinct. The man's chest rose and fell, his jaw hardening. The words were like a trigger, destroying what little control he had left. And within seconds, he leaned down, brushing Victoria's lips passionately. His hands traced the curves of her body as if he knew every inch of it. Their fingers brushed against her skin, feeling a warmth that made her chest beat faster. Meanwhile, Victoria's hands ran down his back, her fingers gripping tightly as if to pull him closer. The man bit his lip as the clothes separating them slowly faded. Victoria let out a long breath as the man's lips fell, leaving a trail down her neck to her shoulders. Her skin tingled where they touched. Sighs and whispers filled the room, mingling with their breathing as they sank into each other. Afterwards, no words were needed. The silence of the night bore witness to what they had just shared. *** A few hours before the incident. Victoria purchased a rather expensive bottle of wine. She planned to go to her boyfriend, so they could enjoy it together and forget all the problems at the office that day. Victoria deliberately didn't tell her boyfriend Evan because she wanted to surprise him. She walked down the apartment hallway with carefree steps, imagining how romantic an evening she would have with Evan. All the burdens in her head seemed to disappear as she remembered she had someone to go home to, the boyfriend she had been with for 11 years since college. A smile spread across her lips as she reached the apartment door. She punched the password into the automatic door lock, then backed into the apartment. "Honey, guess what I have prepared for us tonight. A surprise!" The smile on Victoria's face instantly faded as she turned and saw what Evan was doing on the couch. He was passionately loving a woman whose face was hidden from her view. Victoria stood frozen, her body feeling like an immovable stone. Her mind spun in circles, searching for an explanation, but her heart already knew the answer. The bottle of wine in her hand fell to the ground and scattered. Victoria's eyes were still staring intently at the activities of the two people, without blinking, when she saw Evan, who had noticed her presence, coming toward her with a panicked and surprised face. She turned and prepared to leave, but Evan immediately grabbed her hand. "Victoria... why are you here all of a sudden?" Evan looked at the broken bottles and wine scattered on the floor. "And these expensive drinks..." Victoria swallowed weakly. Why did Evan have to ask that of all questions? Wasn't he supposed to be looking for an excuse to give her an explanation?