The Other Woman (Won't Have His Love To Keep)

As I arrived at the office the next morning, I was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions that I couldn’t shake off. The events of the previous night played over and over in my mind… every touch felt like a haunting nightmare. Walking into the office felt surreal, and the thought of seeing him again threatened to undermine the confidence I had worked so hard to build.

His scent still lingered on me, and I blushed, wondering if anyone could sense my secret or see the hurricane squirting inside me. I made my way to my desk, attempting to appear unfazed as I arranged my files, bracing myself for when I would inevitably see him.

When he walked in, dressed in that stunning suit and exuding a sense of complete authority, my heart skipped. His eyes moved over me, barely a glint of acknowledgment before he shifted his focus to the group of executives awaiting his lead in the boardroom. But that brief look, so cold and formal, stung.

Did he feel nothing after last night? Why is he even here? Shouldn’t he be in Spain?

The morning dragged on; each second felt suffocating. I found myself glancing at the clock, counting the minutes until our next encounter. Every file I picked up and every word I read blurred together as my mind wandered back to the previous night and the vulnerability I had exposed.

Could he have forgotten so easily?

Later on, as I was gathering documents for the meeting, he passed me in the hallway, close enough to catch my scent, yet he merely nodded. I clenched my jaw, determined to keep my composure, even as his indifference pricked at my heart.

In the boardroom, I took my seat across from him, forcing myself to focus as he led the discussion. His voice was deep and commanding, and there was no sign of last night in his demeanor. The man I had shared my heart with felt like a stranger.

As the meeting came to an end, he dismissed everyone, but when I tried to leave, he called me back…

“Stay. I need to have a word with you.”

A swirl of nervous anticipation streamed through me as I watched the others leave the room one by one until it was just the two of us. I held my breath, forcing myself not to let my emotions get the better of me.

“About last night,” he began. “I know it meant something to you.”

I bit my lip, and the pang in my chest began to resurface.

“Didn’t it mean something to you too?” I smirked. “Besides, why are you in the office today?”

He hesitated, and for a moment, I thought I saw a blink of guilt. But it was gone, just as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by that familiar, stern look.

“It’s… complicated,” he replied. “You knew what you were getting into, didn’t you?”

I swallowed hard. His words were a painful reminder of the choice I had made. Yes, I had known, yet I hadn’t fully understood the discomfort of being his secret, of watching him return to another while I remained here, left with only fleeting memories.