The good girl

Throughout the entire weekend, we engaged in sexual activities, and I experienced a feeling of love unlike any I had known previously. He was very kind and especially gentle and attentive towards me, although I was aware that it was all part of the mutual enjoyment we had pledged to each other, so I didn't dwell on it too much.

Dull Monday arrived, and I headed to work, honestly, I'm truly exhausted by the way they gaze at me; it's starting to irritate me. It appears that today they were not just looking at me with jealousy but also with disdain. I suppose it's due to them witnessing me getting into his car last Friday after work.

I was familiar with the term Lyon's mistress, but really, there are no rules against dating coworkers, so I don't understand the negativity. It's not as if he's in a relationship or anything; I'm not taking anyone's man here! I suppose Rachel is the one who has started yet another pointless rumor about me.

I intended to inform Lyon this weekend about what she told me, that she will turn my life into a nightmare until I give up, but I wouldn't want her efforts for the company to go to waste, and it's not as if I am his true lover or anything.

I moved to my desk and found a note attached to my computer that said 'whore.' What? Who is responsible for this? Alright, I've reached my limit, so I grabbed the paper and strode into the department head's office.

I knocked, and he called for me to enter. I approached him, and he was giving me the same look everyone has, but that's not my purpose here. I extended my hands and handed him the paper; he accepted it with a frown. "May I ask why you've given me this, Miss White?" he replied, sounding irritated. I gave him the same glare he was directing at me. "I discovered this on my computer, Mr. Felix, and I want to know who did this," I said. He scoffed; how dare he? "Therefore, if you noticed it on your computer, you ought to discard it; after all, it's not too distant from reality." What? I chuckled, "oh really, now I understand, hand that paper back to me" and he complied. "If you show it to the boss, he won't care much, he already took advantage of you over the weekend; everyone is aware of it. He'll discard you, now if you don't mind, leave my office." I can't believe what Mr. Felix just said; he will surely regret it.

I left his office and some colleagues were laughing; it seemed they had all collaborated on this. Rachel had a wicked grin, so I grabbed my iPhone and texted Lyon, saying, 'my coworkers placed a paper with the word whore on my computer, I spoke with the head of department and he claims I'm close to that.' I snapped a photo of the paper and sent it to him.

I was angry and frustrated; if he doesn't address it, I'm ending things with him, but I would never quit my job for someone this foolish and childish, as if we aren't all grown-ups. Within seconds, he replied, 'who would dare, sorry, I'll send someone right away' thank goodness for that!

I went on with my tasks as normal, and as he had promised, a man and a woman in black suits arrived, saying, "We would like to see Mr. Felix" The atmosphere became silent, and I noticed their puzzled glances exchanged between them. "Yes, may I ask why I was called?" he inquired with a smile. The man replied, "The CEO has learned that his friend's daughter has been bullied, and he needs you in his office." Everyone turned to me in shock, including Mr. Felix, who wiped his face with his hand. The man added, "Additionally, a message was found on her laptop, and anyone responsible should come forward. If you are fetched by us you will face the repercussions of your actions," and they were serious about it.

Certainly, Rachel emerged saying, "It's me, I didn't understand what got into me, please." Oh, I had no idea she could plead like that. The man went on, "Mr. Bernard requests both of you in his office, and he instructed me to caution everyone: cease your trivial gossip; whoever disseminates such foolishness will face consequences." With that, they all departed with Miss Rachel and Mr. Felix.

Once they left, I took a seat at my desk while my colleagues began chatting among themselves, mainly due to their surprise that the CEO was a close friend of my father, which they misunderstood. However, he is indeed my father's friend and my lover, although I am not a promiscuous person as they suggest.

"Wow Alicia, it looks like the situation has changed, who would have imagined" it was Silas, he was quite intrigued by everything, "yeah, I just couldn't handle it any longer" and that was the truth "so what did she jot down on the paper?" He asks with curiosity, "whore?" I reply, feeling repulsed by the term, "woah, she crossed the line, but why was Mr. Felix involved too?" I exhaled, "I discussed it with him, and he told me I shouldn't make a big deal since I am, in fact, a whore." I chuckled half-heartedly, ridiculous people. I ponder how many of his former lovers my coworkers had tormented, and I also begin to question if Lyon did anything regarding it. I realize I am not the sole person who may have received a job offer due to intellect and appearance, alongside having an interest in them, those who has experienced this treatment before; did he advocate for them? Or did he allow them to be bullied after he was finished with them? However, he doesn't appear to be that sort of person, or perhaps his previous lovers lacked the bravery to inform him about their mistreatment.

However, they are soon going to realize that I am different from the others. I only consented to sleep with him because he was my longtime crush, and there was no harm in being intimate with him. I don't mind who he dated prior to me; I understood what I was getting into.

But do I truly love Lyon? One side of me agrees, but the other argues against it, as he likely won't reciprocate your feelings. So, don't get your hopes too high and savor the experience. I suppose I will do just that—relish in the pleasure and indulgence he spoke of, as there's no harm in that.

"Now you've shown them their place, and also," he stepped closer to me. I instinctively wanted to push him away before he asked, "since it's obvious you're not dating Mr. Bernard, would you like to go out with me?" Did I just hear what I think I heard? Does Silas want to date me? Oh no, it's too late, but how can I possibly say no to him?