I never thought I’d question my loyalty. I always believed love was a choice, a commitment—one I made willingly when I married my husband. Our life together is stable, comfortable, built on years of trust and understanding. But now, that certainty feels like it’s slipping through my fingers.

Because of him.

My boss.

It started with the way he looks at me, like he sees something beneath the surface—something hidden even from myself. His presence is commanding, his confidence effortless. When he speaks, his voice carries authority, yet there’s an undercurrent of something more, something that makes my breath catch.

At first, I ignored it. I reminded myself of my vows, my love for my husband. But every stolen glance, every subtle brush of his hand against mine, chips away at my resolve. He stirs something deep inside me—a hunger I can’t name, a desire I don’t understand. It’s more than attraction; it’s an awakening, a force that pulls me toward him no matter how much I try to resist.

I find myself anticipating our interactions, lingering in moments that should mean nothing but somehow mean everything. When he stands too close, I don’t step away. When his eyes hold mine a little too long, I don’t look away.

I tell myself I won’t cross the line. That I won’t let this go too far.

But the truth is, I’m already lost in temptation. And I don’t know if I want to be found.