"I was in an orphanage till I was 7. I don't have much memories about the memories except the very kind nun who cared for us, the kids. After I turned eighteen, I would go visit her every year on my birthday. I stayed in three different foster homes till I was about 15. The kindest foster mother I had died when I was 11. I was so bitter when she died. The other foster parents were not ready to care for any kid who wasn't theirs. At fifteen, I hopped on every job I could find. Which included swiping people's wallets and attending parties I wasn't invited to just to find what to steal to resell." Her mouth fell open and he hurried to finish the story. " I did menial jobs for years and eventually had enough money to pay for a one-year accounting program at a university. That's not exactly a college degree. Not having a degree used to be a big insecurity for me. I worked as a tour guide some years back and that was where I met Anna's grandfather. I saved him from an accident and he was s

The moment Helen walked into his office, it felt just a bit warmer and brighter. “It’s quite dark,” she commented.Aaron watched her from behind his desk. Strolling across the room, with her hand brushing the shelves, she turned to face him. “And it feels a bit cold." "No." He smiled. “It’s a bit warmer, I think.”“How so?”"Because you came in"She gave him a weary look, amusement dancing in her eyes."C'mon. You know what I mean you don't have portraits or pottery or nice art in your office. It makes it look so... bare""Not true. For one, my awards and books are on the shelves""And?"“The walls are grey, the furniture is white... the wood is warm.”“Hmm, that does seem better.” Helen's grin was electric, and it glued his eyes to hers as she walked towards him. She then took her seat atop his desk.“No pictures?” She asked.“I don’t have anyone to frame pictures of.”“You could frame one of yourself,” she suggested.He laughed out, leaning back into the chair. “Sure, that’s not

She quickly found Aaron to ask for his keys.“I’ll come with you,” he said. “I need a break.”“I thought you were having a blast with your new girlfriends,” she teased.He gave her a sour look as he politely excused himself from the adorable little girls, much to their protests.They headed out together, with the women saying extreme flirtations hellos to him as they walked by them to get to the front door.“I feel like there’s a story here,” he commented. “But I don’t want to hear it right now. What I need is a kiss from you.”Before she could protest, he dragged her away with him, and soon they found a bathroom. He shut the door and in the next moment, his tongue was in her mouth.“Aaron, I’m working,” she tried to say, but he wouldn’t let her go, and the moment his hand found his way underneath her dress, into her sex, her knees gave out. Two of his fingers shoved into her, and all she could do was hold on to his thick biceps, as her eyes rolled back into her head.“I would fuck yo

It was at that moment that she knew she would never recover from this. This was going to haunt her until she decided to quit her job out of shame. The VP slammed the file she recognized all too well on the table and she flinched. “The purpose of a team, Helen, is for all its members to work collectively towards a goal. One goal, not two. Did he help you out? Give you the idea during pillow talk so that you could come back here to flaunt your genius idea?”Her lips moved then, “That is very inappropriate… sir.”He took a step back from her, his gaze condescending. “What you have done is inappropriate. Your idea was rejected during the last meeting wasn’t it? Then why did you keep pursuing it, and run over to your boyfriend to plead your case for you? What exactly is your intention in going this route? What exactly are you trying to say? That the rest of us are morons? That we don’t know how to do our jobs? That you’re the only one on this team with a brain?”She couldn't believe his a

He took her plate, and his, then headed over to the sink. He rinsed out the plates and proceeded to load them into the dishwasher. “What if we get married?” he asked. “Are you still going to hide the fact that we’re together?” “Aaron, that’s different.”“How? How exactly is it different?”“That’s permanent, or at least more permanent… you know what I mean.”“I moved, Helen, to find you. To work at building a life with you. How much more serious does it get?”“But that’s between the both of us…”Leaning against the counter, he folded his arms across his chest and watched her. “I don’t want to pretend to not know you personally at the office. We don’t have to fuck in front of everyone, but I would like to stop by your cubicle to see how your day is going when I'm on your floor for meetings. I would also love for you to head over to my office whenever you want, without having to creep around like we’re having a secret affair.”“Aaron…” She sighed. “What if we—?” She stopped herself in t