Chelsea got out of the cab and got ready to enter the luxurious bar. She couldn't deny that she was a little nervous, it was her first date with Fred, the guy she met on one of the most recent apps. Unlike the rest of the dating apps, the user's profile is incognito, so she is literally on a blind date.She goes to the bar, orders a gin and tonic, it's her drink of choice, not to mention that it allows her to get out of his shyness a bit. Sh looks at his watch a couple of times."Should I write him?" She mutters under her breath. She opens his bag to extract her cell phone, and as is often the case, she can't find it, “For Gods sake, where di I leave my cell phone?. —She puts his finger to his forehead, tapping lightly as she repeats, "Think Chel, think. —suddenly she remembers that he must have left it on the marble counter in the kitchen— “It had to be there. All for leaving in a hurry to arrive on time and he doesn't arrive. I have no choice but to wait for him. But how will I know

As Steve drives, Chelsea smiles, assessing how successful their date would be this time around. She had researched the three basic steps to consider a successful date: the first was to get a date; the second, to have a spectacular time and fuck; and the third, which indicated whether it had been perfect, the message or the call the next day. For now, everything was going smoothly!Chelsea's previous dates had been a fraud, all because of her mania for believing in love and especially in the cliché phrases "Never go to bed on your first date", "Men don't marry easy women", "Hold on, the one who loves you, waits for you", unusual phrases in reality. She had believed them all, and worse, she had implemented them all, they were her war flag.But that night in reality, she was willing to let go of her prejudices and beliefs and surrender to what she really felt. Sex, sex, screamed in his head every thought.When the car stopped, he got out and turned to the other side to open the door for

Luckily for her, Chelsea was able to find a quick taxi and get home just in time just to change her clothes, hair and makeup, she would have to do it inside the car, but, she didn't count on the traffic being impossible, she was about ten minutes late to the main offices of Bullock & Company. But, once again, luck was on his side and the CEO hadn't made it to the facility. Just as he was talking to a girl from human resources, none other than Hugh Bullock himself arrived."Mr. Bullock, this girl has come to interview for the vacant position of administrative assistant, but your son hasn't arrived yet."What do you mean my son hasn't arrived?" It's inconceivable that at thirty he still wants to make a living like a crazy rich kid, he has to grow up once and for all," the HR girl clears her throat to get Mr. Bullock's attention, "excuse me, miss, I'm not up for my son's headaches at this age, sometimes I forget that I shouldn't grumble in front of people, Old men's stuff, come on, come

Chelsea wasn't the only one surprised in that office, Steven's eyes widened when he realized who she was. For a few seconds, the two were completely silent, the only difference was that she was eager to tell him thousands of expletives, she didn't care that he was her boss, nor that she had just started working there; Whereas, he didn't know how to act, he obviously didn't plan on meeting that girl again, it had simply been his perfect excuse not to waste the night at that restaurant.What was the probability of running into her again in that big city? New York was crazy and people were walking in a hurry through its streets, it was almost impossible, but it had happened. After a few seconds, Steve finally managed to articulate the words."Stephanie, leave us alone, I need to talk to Miss Smith," the girl looked at him strangely, but obeyed his order without problems, when they were finally alone, he moved a little closer to the desk."Don't you dare! She said in a low voice, but with

The more she learned about this arrogant man, the harder Chelsea found it hard to believe it was all real. It was impossible for her that anyone could be so arrogant and so stupid, she had just told him that it would make his life unbearable, she threatened to sue him legally and it seems that none of that seemed to bother him.In the end, Steve had ended up threatening her with his job, implying that if she dared to say anything, her job would be in jeopardy, not to mention that he made it clear that he was the boss and she was the assistant. What crazy world was she living in?As much hate as she was feeling, after thinking about it a little more with a cool head, she decided to focus on what she did best, work. Chelsea had decided that she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of getting her attention or expelling her, if she did everything flawlessly, Steve would have no choice but to see her every day, if she had to put up with him, then he would have to put up with her too.Some

After almost four weeks, Chelsea had already caught up with all the paperwork, she had completely organized her entire office, she had saved in alphabetical order every folder of accounts, every contract, she was a geek of the organization and she had left it reflected in her space. Chelsea had not only organized, she had also worked hard to be the best assistant there could be, the girl had determined very firmly that she would not give any excuse to the scoundrel Steve to call her out, point at her negatively or threaten to expel her from the company, she was forced to resort to all the existing relaxation techniques to control her anger and not give her a bad answer, But he had done it.I already knew that Steve arrived on normal days around thirty minutes late and, on nights when he went partying, he would make his appearance around noon, so, when the CEO arrived, she already had his cup of coffee prepared and hot on her desk along with the time of day where each of his meetings a

Chelsea undresses, lies down, and within seconds the image of Steve bursts into her head. He is such a handsome, tall, stocky man, his dark hair matches perfectly with his white skin and those honeyed eyes that sweeten anyone's soul. She mentally reviews his body, his pectorals lightly adorned with fine hairs that seem neatly combed and cut, resembling strokes of fine lines. His thick thighs, long legs, and perfectly chiseled abdomen resemble Michelangelo's great sculptural work. The pelvis that matches perfectly with her chest, semi-populated and that huge and prominent member that can't stop shaking her just remembering that night of inconceivable and indescribable pleasure in her arms.The woman sighs and tries to read a little of the agenda proposed for the next morning. Breakfast with the businessmen, a walk through the Parc des Rapides and finally a tour of the Museum of Fine Arts. The day was going to be quite busy so it was best to rest. She put on her headphones to listen to

Finally, in a last-ditch effort, Steve looked at the red flash of Chelsea's life preserver, pulled her hair, and with his other hand held tightly to a rock jutting out of the strong current. He pulled her toward him, tucked his arm in, and deftly managed to grab her waist. She was coughing heavily, had swallowed a lot of water and couldn’t breathe."Hold on, my love," he said, and she fainted on his shoulder, as he shouted, "I've got her!" Help me, I've got it.André and Chris paddled together, walking up to them, André offered his arms and between him and Steve they managed to get her into the boat. Then he stretched out his arm to help Steve. While inside the boat, Steve began to give Chelsea mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Arriving at the shore, the paramedics met them, took her to the small tent that served as a kind of doctor's office for emergencies like this. The doctor attended to the girl, who slowly began to react. Steve had a few scrapes from the huge rocks and branches in

The weekend went by quickly, maybe more than Chelsea would have liked, she couldn't wait until it was Monday to see him again although there were several questions in her head to answer, she had no idea what Steve's reaction would be when he saw her, if what happened in Montreal would stay there, much to her chagrin, back in New York they both had lives made, she was getting to know Fred and Steve was in a relationship with Larissa. She knew very well what her feelings were for him, but was he thinking of her in the same way? Would he be willing to end his relationship with Larissa, to leave her for her? It seemed to him practically a fallacy in all its rule, she was nothing exceptional, did not believe that she was one of those girls who stands out wherever she goes, nor one of those who attracts all eyes, she considered herself simple, the antonym of someone like Larissa, that girl was the opposite from her personality to the way she dressed and walked, who in their right mind wo

From her office, Chelsea could hear the shouts of the president of the company, so she busied herself with reviewing some pending issues from the meeting they would have. She heard Steve's footsteps and her heart pounded. She stood up to wait for him, greeted him with the broadest smile."Good morning, Mr. Bullock," he barely turned to look at her and give her instructions."The board is suspended.” He replied tersely."Did something happen?" She asked in astonishment. But Steve didn't answer, she looked at Larissa from behind him. That was enough for her to interpret Steve's cavalier attitude to understand what the dynamics of their relationship were "You're a fool, Chelsea," she reproaches herself; The meaning of all this is very simple, she is only important to him when his fiancée is not around. Beyond what happened in Montreal, the kisses, the desire for passion, she couldn't turn a blind eye to Steve's relationship with Larissa.Doubts begin to do their good work, Che