CHAPTER 137

CHAPTER 137
POV: ELIZABETH

Exhaustion and fatigue perfectly define my last few days and weeks. So much has happened. Ever since I told Dr. Clarck I was leaving the clinic, my routine turned upside down.

Yes, I resigned, to do Matthew’s will. Not out of submission, but by choice — for our family. After a lot of thought, I realized Matthew was right: our relationship could suffer if I stayed focused only on myself and my work.

That morning, I spoke with Dr. Clarck and told him my decision. Of course, there were pending tasks, paperwork, and the need to prepare someone to take my place. I handled everything with care. Dr. Clarck, always so kind, respected my choice and wished me luck. He became more than just a coworker — he’s a friend I want to keep for life.

That lady who passed out at the clinic needed heart surgery, and thank God, it was a success. She’s recovering well, surrounded by her family. I visited her a few times — she’s a sweetheart.

As for William, we’ve kept in touch frequently. He’s doing well in this new chapter of his life, and I only wish him the best. He became someone very important to me.

With the decision to work with my husband, I enrolled in an online executive secretary course. I didn’t want to depend on him for everything — I barely understood anything about the business world. I used my lunch break to study, researching Matthew’s companies with the valuable help of Henry, our VP, who supported me through it all. He even made sure no one else took the secretary position meant for me.

I didn’t tell Matthew anything. I wanted to surprise him. Show him how much I care about our marriage, our family — our greatest treasure.

With all the running around, I was barely eating properly. I ended up snacking on junk food, and maybe that’s why I’ve been feeling so nauseous and dizzy lately. I’m sure that’s all it is, especially since Matthew can’t have children anymore, and I’m at peace with that.

Our weekend was amazing. Friday was my last day at the clinic, and we enjoyed Saturday as a family. That night… oh, that night! I came like I hadn’t in a long time — in the bathroom of that nightclub. So good. I’ve had public sex before when I was single, but with Matthew… it’s different. It’s intense. Passionate. Uncontrollable.

And my husband… oh, he’s irresistible. It’s impossible not to lose myself with him. But what made me even happier was how he behaved. He didn’t complain about my outfit, didn’t make a scene… he just enjoyed it with me. That, coming from him, was a huge gesture and only made me love him even more.

Sunday was… hell. I drank way too much Saturday, mixed everything, and was completely wrecked. I threw up like crazy, not even water would stay down. Miserable. Never again.

Today I woke up early, as always. Got fully ready for my first day at the company. I had to impress the boss, right? What if he falls in love all over again and proposes to me again… (laughs)

I arrived early. Only the security guards were there, but since they knew who I was, they let me in. I went straight to the executive floor. First stop? Matthew’s office. I organized all that mess, put into practice what I learned from the course and the clinic. I refreshed the space and went out to get him his favorite cappuccino — and something for myself too. But of course, right after eating… I threw it all up.

While brushing my teeth, I got a message from Henry saying Matthew had already arrived. My heart raced. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he found out his new secretary’s name was Júlia Allen. I bet he didn’t even connect the last name to me. Allen is one of my maiden names.

I was organizing his schedule when I was finally called into the office. The nerves kicked in. I wanted to see him. I wanted to feel him.

As soon as he looked at me from head to toe, I walked toward him with all the sensuality I could — praying I wouldn’t trip in my 6-inch heels.

“Well then, boss… how can I help you?” I asked in a teasing tone, watching that mischievous look devour me.

“My God… I don’t believe this.” He ran a hand over his forehead and smiled. “What an amazing surprise!” he said, coming close until we were face to face. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling our bodies together. “Now I’m going to welcome you properly,” he whispered before kissing me. A hungry, deep kiss… one of those that makes your panties wet.

“Thank you, boss,” I replied, returning the kiss, then stepped back. “But now… let’s get to work.” I sat in front of his desk and slowly crossed my legs.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked with a smile as he sat across from me.

“Because I wanted to surprise you. And I wanted to be ready to work by your side.”

“Did Henry know? That it was you?”

“He did. He even helped me with everything.”

“That bastard!” he laughed loudly. “He kept teasing me about the new secretary… calling her hot… and it was my wife he was calling hot! I’ll deal with him later.” He grinned.

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We talked about work. He gave me tasks, instructions, answered my questions patiently.

“Alright, now I just need you to file these reports,” he said, handing me a folder. “And these need to be scanned and sent to the engineer — the email’s right there.”

“That’s it? Or is there anything else?” I asked, standing with the folders.

“For now, that’s all, but… if I need anything, I’ll call you.” I turned to leave, but he called me again.

“Elizabeth…” I looked back at him. He walked over, pulled me by the waist. “You’re not leaving without giving your boss a kiss…”

“I can’t…” I bit my lip, pretending to be serious. “I’m married. And my husband’s jealous. If he finds out, we’re dead.”

“Oh yeah?” He pressed his body even closer. “Then tell him you killed the boss first. Killed him with pleasure.”

We kissed, and his hands roamed boldly over my body, sliding up my skirt until he reached my already damp panties. He lifted me onto the desk, I parted my legs slightly, and he settled between them.

His kisses trailed down my neck, he bit my ear, and I began unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his hands explore my breasts.

“Baby… the door…” I warned. He stopped, walked over, and locked it.

I raised my skirt again, placed one foot on the chair, tossed my hair to the side, and looked at him with desire. He came back with that hungry gaze, got between my legs, bit my lips, my jaw. With my help, we freed his member, and he pushed my panties aside to caress my clit with slow, circular movements. Soft moans escaped my lips.