John

Dear diary,
After everything that happened in Berlin and the mess with Pablo, coming home felt like a reset. I went back to work, kept my head down, and avoided anything that even smelled like romance. A few weeks passed quietly, just routine, just deadlines. Honestly, I needed the break.

This morning felt like any other — until my boss called everyone into his office. He looked serious.
Then he told us he was retiring.

My heart twisted. He gave me my first chance, supported me through every step, believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. When the room emptied out, I stayed behind to hug him goodbye. It was emotional in that quiet, private way you don’t expect at work.

And then the door opened.

A tall man walked in — broad shoulders, dirty blond hair brushed back, clean suit that fit him almost too well. His presence filled the room before he even said a word. We were introduced to our new boss:

John.

The moment he shook my hand I felt something low in my stomach tighten — trouble, the kind that makes your pulse spike.
He was polite, charming, professional… and completely distracting.
The rest of the office felt it too. My group chat blew up instantly.

I tried to focus on work, but I found myself glancing at him every few minutes — his voice, his posture, the way he filled his suit. I barely got anything done.

Later at home, lying in bed, the quiet finally caught up with me.
It had been weeks since anyone touched me, and loneliness has a way of sneaking up on you at night.
I opened my dating app, scrolled mindlessly, ready to give up.

Then I heard the notification.

“Hi cute boy.”

The profile photo was just a muscular torso — which normally would get an immediate “nope.”
But then another image came in.

A face.

His face.
John.

My whole body went hot. I didn’t know whether to close the app or throw the phone out the window.
Before I could decide, he sent another message — short, direct, confident — basically asking if he could come over.

And for some reason I still can’t explain, I said yes.

Minutes later, a knock hit my door.
I opened it and nearly forgot how to breathe.

Instead of the suit from earlier, he wore a black tank top stretched tight across his chest and leather pants that did nothing to hide how solid he was.
His energy was totally different — darker, hungrier, absolutely sure of himself.

He stepped inside without asking and looked at me like he had already decided what was going to happen.
Before I could say a word, he pulled me close and kissed me — hard.

There was nothing hesitant about it.

he pushed me down to my knees. Allowing me to unzip his pants and reveal a big and throbbing member. I did what he told me without word.

Weeks of bottled-up need rushed straight through me.

The way he touched me, the way he held my jaw, the way he pushed me back toward the bedroom. the way he grabbed me and threw me on my back onto the bed. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and eneterd me roughly. It was a full on dominance session and I was feeling amazing and hot.

everything was controlled, deliberate, dominant.

I let him guide me, my body reacting faster than my brain could catch up.

Clothes came off quickly, landing somewhere on the floor.
The tension that started at work exploded the moment we hit the bed.
He was intense, physical, commanding — and I gave in to every move he made.
It was rough in the way you don’t realize you need until someone gives it to you, and I felt myself letting everything go. the breakup, the heartbreak, the weeks of silence. all of it.

When it was finally over, he lay there for a moment, breathing hard, before getting up and getting dressed.

The shift in his tone was immediate — the dominance was gone, replaced with something quieter.

He told me he had a wife. Kids. A whole life I wasn’t meant to touch.

He asked me to keep it between us.

And even though part of me wanted more, wanted the intensity of him again, I knew right then that this was the end.
I wasn’t going to be someone’s secret.
And I wasn’t going to risk my job for a man who was never mine to begin with.

We said goodbye quietly.

I closed the door behind him, leaned my forehead against it, and took a long breath.

It was exactly what I needed for one night —
and exactly what I needed to walk away from.

Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned recently, it’s this:

There’s always someone new waiting around the corner.