sex-me boss.

-I think I should leave now, we have a rehearsal with James, Betty had announced.

Maggie and Olivia nodded and Olivia left her apartment. When the door closed, Maggie caught Olivia gasping as if she’d just been rescued from a situation. To say she wasn’t amused would be untrue.

-Maggie, I think you were right all along. I understood everything today. First he disappeared just a few minutes after me last night, this man showed up in his bathroom wearing the same perfume as him, I found out he’s the CEO of Le Bourget and worst of all I made love to a man in his room, on his bed and this morning he wasn’t even a little angry, can you believe it, I don’t know how I’m going to act around him anymore, I just want to tell him to go fuck himself and I’m even sure that ring’s from him.

Maggie just looked at her like she was going crazy from all the stuff she was unpacking. It was either because she was confused or because she wanted it to be her boss and not someone else.

-I’ve just told you that you were perfectly right all along, that man is Damon Dixon.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

-I’m sorry to disappoint you, Oli, but I’m afraid not. This man, this mysterious stranger of yours, is not Damon Dixon, and after everything that’s happened and this ring, I can assure you it’s not him.

Olivia didn’t understand anything anymore. She was the one who had spent all her time convincing her that her mysterious stranger was Damon Dixon and now that she had all the proof, she said she didn’t believe it anymore? she was lost.

-Olivia faced the truth. They might have the same voice, the same perfume and maybe the same gabarie, but don’t forget that he’s her friend and even if Damon is the CEO of Le Bourget, it’s perfectly normal for his friend to have a roomy vip square, come on. You’re reading too much into this and the only reason I think I was wrong is that ring. I don’t believe that Damon Dixon, the biggest Don Juan in the galaxy, would be capable of committing himself to the point of telling a woman that she belongs to him, do you? Oli forgets the idea of Damon Dixon being the man who gave you your first orgasm, and on closer inspection, I can see that he’s a man who can be selfish in bed, the kind that just empties himself and gets up to leave as if nothing had happened.

Olivia looked at Maggie, confused. She had everything to prove it was him, but what she’d just said was true. Damon Dixon wasn’t the type of man to commit himself and he would never have continued to see her in the dark when he had every power to confront her face to face. She couldn’t get used to it, but she had to believe that she’d dreamed too much about being desired by the most coveted man in the world.

-What about the ring?

-Well, I’ll put it back in the box and keep it somewhere. A stranger tells me I belong to him when he won’t even let me see what he looks like – no, but that’s nonsense.

-Granted, he’s an idiot, but I want you to wear it, even if it’s just for tomorrow when you go to the office.

-What? So people will think I’m engaged? -You’ve got to be kidding me Maggie, I would never do something like that, never.

She couldn’t imagine confronting Damon with a ring on her finger when he’d probably think she was engaged to someone else. There was nothing between them, but she didn’t want to put that ring on at all.

-Olivia Turner, I understand that you don’t want to upset your boss by making him think you’re engaged, but it would be fun not to waste your time thinking it’s not mutual, so I suggest you wear it. If he ever acts badly, it would mean that he looks at you as the beautiful woman you are and not just as an employee, but if he doesn’t react, it would mean that you’d have to move on very quickly and think of nothing but your mysterious stranger.

She didn’t know why, but she thought the idea was brilliant. Besides, she was going to find out if all this time he’d been braiding her hair was just out of kindness or if there was something else behind it.