Chapter 20: outing with Peter 2

“Tell me where you guys are right now and am coming to pick you up,” he said.
“It is not necessary don't worry yourself Peter will bring me back home,” I said and ended the call.
I could feel his anger from afar, I couldn't help to imagine how he is feeling right now, but I don't fucking care. You can't eat your cake and have it, to think I am already falling for me, after the kisses, romance, submissive tieing on the bed, and thought he loves me too, not knowing he was just trying to take advantage of me and sees me as just common lady and a secretary who is not even in his class. If I wasn't up to his class why then did he flirt with me and led me on. All those are in the past now and all I want is just to have fun today and tomorrow I will take care of itself.
“So Cynthia talk to me about you, are you in any relationship, engaged or,” he said.
“Or what, if I am married, if I can recall the very last time we spoke I told you that I am not in any relationship, engaged to anyone and neither am I married, I just as free as the birds in the sky,” I said.
“But I kinda find it difficult believing your story, that one as pretty as you Cynthia Anderson is not yet taken, because back then in school you were every man dream, so what about Sam your date during our school days,”? He asked.
“Well like you said my date during our school days, and time have passed and many things have changed for the only thing that is constant in life is change itself,” I said.
“I know that and it is also said that the world is evolving, so what changed or transpired between you both, and when did you guys fall apart, because everyone thinks that you guys would be married already,” Peter said.
“Those things are not of importance anymore, they passed and I wouldn't want to talk about it like I told you to change is the only constant thing in life, so do we sit here and talk about me and Sam and past or we rather have fun,”? I asked.
“No, it's fine, we can change the topic and leave it for another day or what do you think,”? He asked.
“Or instead we can turn the table around and the same question goes to you, but I would rather ask why are you not married or in any relationship,”? I asked.
Peter busted into laughter and almost laughed his eye bulbs out.
“You are kinda funny though,” he said.
“What, but how I only asked the same question you asked me,” I said.
“Yeah, but the way you asked the question was what was funny though,” he said.
“Okay if you say so, but then you are still going to answer the question,” I said.
“Alright well the word love is overrated and too complicated and it's not something we just pick on the streets anyhow, I was in a relationship but came back from the office and caught my ex making out with another buy in my own house, and that hurt me to my bones and that is it and since then I just want to keep a low profile,” he said.
“What an irony or should I say what a coincidence, some people don't deserve love and don't deserve to be loved, could you imagine Sam did the same to me, came back from an interview and caught him making out with another woman in an apartment that I pay the bills,” I said.
“That was a horrible situation,” he said.
“Yes, it was, because I felt like a sharp object piercing through my heart, but here I am bobbling, they should go fuck their selves, I don't fucking care, I just wanna be happy and build myself a name,” I said.
“So your boss what's up with the both of you, I thought you guys were into a thing that made you be staying with him,” he asked.
“Hahahaha, you can't expect to be having an affair with my boss and at the same time work for him, what will you imagine in that scenario, I like him, yes that's because he is nice and kind and he gave me a roof over my head when I had none,” I said.
“How do you mean, gave you a roof over your head when you had none,”? He asked.
“Well it's something to be ashamed of but you are not new to me and I have nothing to be ashamed of, I was kicked out of my apartment because I can no longer afford to pay the bills and then he offered to help and asked me to move into his place, but as of today now I quit my job and I am moving out from there by tomorrow,” I said.
“What do you mean, why quitting your job and why to move out of the house, did he do anything wrong to you,” he said.
“Not really, he has done nothing wrong but I think I need a change so I have to leave the house,” I said.
“Just like that and you want to leave the house, oh common Cynthia you know you are not telling the truth here, for no one will live in such a mansion have access to everything in that house and would ever want to leave never, so what is it,”? He asked.
“Hmm, the truth is he is becoming too possessive, overprotective and he thinks he owns me because I work for him and live in his house,” I said.
“Now you are talking, now I see where the problem is coming from,” he said.
“What, what are you talking about, and what problem are you talking about,”? I asked.
“If I should tell you that your boss is in love with you, would believe me,”? He asked.
“Are you like tell me or you are asking me, is that supposed to be a question,”? I asked.
“Which either way you look at it but the truth is that your boss is in love with you,” he said.
“But how am I supposed to know that, I am not in his mind and I don't read minds,” I said.
“So now I am telling you that he loves you,” he said.
“So now what do you expect me to do, to jump and be dancing because he loves me and who told you I want to love him, he can love me all he wants but I don't want to be committed to any relationship right now,” I said. But within me, I was praying it was true and he should stop me from leaving tomorrow and also not allow me to quit my job, because I want to be around him every second, so could cook his food, book his appointments for him, gosh I will so miss him I muttered.
“Sorry, you say what,”? He asked.
“Oh nothing I was just imaging things,” I said.
“Okay then if you say so,” he said.
“Yes I did let's just get drunk and have fun and forget about the troubles that lie before us,” I said.
We both try to forget about our worries in the meantime and have some fun, dancing to the rhythm of the song, we danced and danced and danced and got so drunk and was so fucking high, I could barely walk.
I never knew the time but judging from the look of the sky, it's getting late already and I need to get back home before Bob gets overreactive and it won't be a good one for me.
“Peter, I think it's time I take my leave it's getting late already and I need to be home before now,” I said.
“Hey why do you want to go, the fun is yet to be started and you want to leave,” he said.
“I am sorry but yes I have got to leave now, please come take me home I can't feel my legs,” I said.
“Okay, then if you insist, just give me a minute and let me pay the bills then I will come to drive you home,” he said.
There I was seated and I heard a tap on my shoulder “hey beautiful it's time to go home” Peter said, as he pulled me up from the sit where I was sitting and walked me to the car.
And his body spray was just like that of Bob, for some minutes I thought I was with him not until I heard the voice.
“Hey are you sleeping already,”? Peter asked.
“No, but are we home already,”? I asked.
“No, not yet but soonest you will be home,” he said.
Then I lay back in the car seat and before I could know I got a tap on my shoulders again.
“Hey wake up you are home,” he said.
Tried standing up and coming down from the car but looks like I was stocked then soft and caressing hand moved on my thighs and that felt so good and a lip gummed mine and I was so lost, all I could think of even in my drunk state was Bob and I thought he was the one, we kissed and kissed not until I felt a touch on my chest and my breast, then I came back to my senses no this is not Bob I muttered, then I held his hand.
“Please Peter stop this isn't right,” I said.
“Oh I am sorry, never knew what came over me,” he said.
As I struggle to get down from the car then I heard a sound that left me in shock and the drunkenness disappeared from my eyes instantly.