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By the time I saw the message, it was already too late to unsend it. Sure, appreciating beauty is human nature, but for some reason, I felt a pang of guilt.
Then, she suddenly sent a message:
“Is this your type?”
Attached was a video.
It looked freshly recorded at a gym. Not the overly sculpted type of body, but smooth, pale skin with a beautifully defined V- just below her workout shorts. As for up top…
Let’s just say, it was pink.
The person in the video seemed a little shy–by the end of the clip, her face was flushed bright red.
I was hooked.
“Got more? Send me another!” I replied Instantly.
She hesitated but eventually sent a few more videos, each one more dazzling than the last.
I admit, I was completely seduced by her beauty.
disappearing
Who would’ve thought that my boss, who always carried herself with such restraint and composure, could be… so… well, like this in private?
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1:11 PM
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How do I describe it?
It was strangely thrilling.
Just as I was thoroughly enjoying myself, another message popped up.
“If you agree to be my boyfriend, I’ll send you videos like this every day. As many as you want.”
People spend their lives chasing four things: money, power, fame, and beauty.
The first three don’t mean much to me, but the last one? That’s my kryptonite.
“Well… I guess I could consider it,” I replied.
After all, it was just an online relationship, right?
Of course, I set some ground rules: no public announcements, no changing profile pictures, no video calls, and absolutely no meeting in real
life.
She wasn’t thrilled about the conditions but eventually agreed.
And that’s how it started.
We dated online for two years.
As she got better at styling herself and presenting her beauty, I was more than happy to reap the benefits. Her photos and videos became increasingly breathtaking, with her pulling off every look I suggested.
I thought this arrangement could last forever–until one day, she asked to meet in person.
“Didn’t we agree from the start that there’d be no meeting up? This is strictly an online thing,” I reminded her.
She sounded hurt. “I know, I’m sorry… but I really want to see you.
I knew exactly why she was pushing this.
A couple of days earlier, I’d gone to a college reunion. Afterward, one of my old classmates confessed her feelings for me. I turned her down politely, but she didn’t take it well and started sending me a bunch of gross, cringy messages.
Fed up, I screenshotted everything, posted it on my social media, and dragged her through the mud before blocking her.
Since I was in a relationship (well, “online“), my boss must’ve seen the post. I figured she wanted to “meet up” to stake her claim publicly.
But I had my reasons for not meeting her. There was no way I was going to agree.
After dodging her attempts for a week, I finally got fed up and broke up with her.
She freaked out. Completely deflated, like a balloon with the air punched out of it.
My phone lit up with her calls for the nth time. I sighed, flipped it face–down on the table, and ignored it.
That’s when Kenneth, my direct supervisor, called me over.
“Mason, take this proposal to Aurora:
Kenneth’s crush on Aurora was the worst–kept secret in the entire office. Normally, he’d jump at any excuse to see her, but lately, she’d been in
a terrible mood. The last time he tried comforting her, she snapped at him so hard he practically fled the room.
I winced. “Kenneth, isn’t this a bit above my pay grade? Shouldn’t you be the one to-”
“Just do it, man. Don’t make me repeat myself”
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…Fine.
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Even though I’d basically seen all of Aurora online, meeting her in person was still nerve–wracking.
Especially at work, where she was known for being strict, sharp–tongued, and downright intimidating.
I hesitated, and then picked up my phone.
Since breaking up with her, she’d been bombarding me with apologies. I hadn’t responded–not because I didn’t care, but because I needed to cool things down.
I quickly typed out a message:
“We don’t have to break up, but can you please just behave? I really don’t like it when people break promises.”
Her reply came instantly: “Baby, you’re finally talking to me! I’m so sorry! I’ll never do it again, I promise!”
She even added a crying puppy emoji.
I sighed, steeling myself before knocking on her office door.
There was a moment of silence before I heard her clear her throat and say, “Come in.”
Her red nose caught my attention the moment I stepped in.
Had she been crying?
She noticed my gaze and awkwardly tapped her desk. “Dropping off the proposal? Leave it here and head back.”
Her tone was noticeably softer than usual–if this were any other day, she’d have snapped at me for going over Kenneth’s head.
Still, the proposal wasn’t up to her standards and got sent back for revisions. Naturally, Kenneth dumped it back on me.
That Friday, everyone else left early, excited for the weekend. Aurora had left on time for once, and the office quickly emptied, leaving just me and the receptionist.
I stayed behind to work on the proposal, promising the receptionist I’d lock up when I was done.
It was well past 10 PM when I heard the sound of the door unlocking. My heart jumped.
Who could it be at this hour?
Images from horror movies flashed through my mind. I gulped, telling myself ghosts didn’t exist, but I still froze, holding my breath.
Then, a familiar figure stepped into view.
It was Aurora.
“Why are you still here? Don’t you have a home to go to?” she asked, clearly surprised.
I bit back a retort–Whose fault do you think this is?
“The proposal’s due soon, and I didn’t want to risk it being incomplete tomorrow. Figured I’d stay late and finish it.”
Her expression softened. “Oh, that one. Let me help you out. It’ll go faster if I explain what I want directly.”
1 froze.
My computer was logged into my personal account–the one I used to message her.
She walked over. “Pull it up for me. I’ll take a look.”
stelled Cardi
