After Marrying My Boss

After returning to my place, I changed and headed toward the company.

After a passionate night, I was left walking in an awkward fashion. The moment I entered the building, everyone started throwing odd glances at me.

Most of them were married or in a relationship. Having experienced the same, I reckoned they could guess what happened to me.

As expected, when I was in the washroom, I heard some employees gossiping among themselves.

“Did you notice the way Ms. Garcia was walking today? It was so unnatural!”

“I did. And I think everyone else saw it too.”

“What do you think happened to Ms. Garcia? Is her leg hurt?”

“That's impossible. Can't you tell? She must have had some intense sex last night. Her partner must be really good in bed. I mean, just look at her! She can't even walk properly.”

I could hear a few of them chattering away outside my stall. In response, my face flushed in embarrassment. I did not expect that they could tell just by the way I was walking that I had sex. What was worse was the fact that my private life was being discussed by them in the office.

I hated when my private life became the topic for discussion. If it was something else, I would have reprimanded them immediately. But this was something embarrassing, and I could not find the courage to do it. In the end, I could only keep quiet and continue to listen in on their conversation.

“Who do you think slept with Ms. Garcia? Could it be the general manager? I heard that the two of them have a really close relationship.”

“I think that's possible. Ms. Garcia doesn't have any other man in her life. If she had sex last night, it must be with our general manager. Plus, Ms. Garcia has high standards and will not fall for a mediocre man. The general manager may perhaps just be the right fit for her.”

As the group continued to gossip, they even managed to drag Nicholas into the picture. I was infuriated and aggrieved. Why is my sex life the topic of their gossip?

I took a deep breath and suppressed my anger. I then told myself that such gossiping would happen in almost any company and I should not take it too seriously.

“I am curious, though, just how intense was it last night? I mean, she must have had so much fun doing it to the point where she can't even walk properly!”

Just then another person chimed in, “I'm so envious of Ms. Garcia. She has a man with such sexual prowess. My man, on the other hand, can't even last for more than a few minutes. I am not even in the mood yet and he's done!”

I frowned, annoyed at the topic of their conversation. Just moments ago, they were still gossiping about me, but now, their conversation had turned sexual.

“Same! Not only is my husband quite small, but he can't last long as well! Every time, it's over before I knew it. I would really want to experience the kind of sex that could make me walk wonky like Ms. Garcia.”

“All right, that's enough, you two. At the end of the day, both of you are married, unlike me. Every night, I'm alone and there is no one to accompany me...”

“Okay... Let's stop talking about this. Let's go back to work.”

It seemed like the conversation was about to end, as one of them was urging them to make a move.

Soon after, the group of gossipers left and I heaved a sigh of relief. Then, I walked out of the washroom stall.

Undeniably, I was affected by the conversation and my expression darkened. I reckoned they would not want to go through what I did last night if they knew the pain of being completely dominated by Michael. It was traumatizing.

I washed my hands and looked into the mirror. Although I was peeved about it, I could not control what they wanted to say.

When I returned to the office, Nicholas was already there waiting for me. Recalling the conversation I had with him that morning, it aggravated my bad mood and made me even more displeased.

“Why are you in my office? Is there anything I can help you with?”

I glanced at him coldly before walking toward my desk. Soon, he shifted his attention toward my legs.

Noticing that I was walking unnaturally, he frowned and an array of mixed emotions flashed across his eyes.

“What happened? Are you uncomfortable somewhere? Why are you walking like that?”

As his tone was calm and monotonous, I could not tell what he was feeling.

However, I was anxious at the thought of the conversation in the washroom. Although I had no feelings toward Nicholas, I knew very well that he liked me.

As such, I did not want him to find out about my night with Michael. If he knew, the matter would become very complicated.