IN LOVE WITH MY SECRETARY Episode 3

Oluyemi’s POV

I couldn’t deny it any longer. The late nights, the lingering glances, the ache in my chest when she wasn’t around it had all become unbearable. I told myself I could maintain professionalism, keep my distance, control my feelings. But that was a lie.

It happened on a rainy Thursday evening. The office was empty, except for the hum of the air conditioner and the soft tap of rain against the windows. Eniola stayed late, helping me sort out a last-minute client presentation. We were side by side, reviewing figures, when I finally reached the edge of restraint.

“Eniola,” I said, my voice lower than usual. She looked up, startled. My heart was pounding, my hands slightly trembling, betraying the calm I always projected. “I need to tell you something.”

She leaned back slightly, eyes wide. I swallowed. “I… I’ve tried to fight this. Tried to stay professional. But I can’t anymore. I… I’m in love with you.”

The words were heavier than I expected. Saying them aloud made everything real, more terrifying than I had imagined. I braced for rejection, for anger, for the inevitable fallout.

Eniola’s POV

I froze. The room seemed to shrink around us, the fluorescent lights harsh on my skin. I had sensed this for weeks, the unspoken tension, the stolen glances. But hearing him say it the man I worked for, the man I respected made my chest tighten.

“I… you’re in love with me?” I whispered, barely believing it. My own pulse thundered in my ears. Everything I had tried to suppress the longing, the stolen thoughts, the blushes at minor touches came rushing back.

“Yes,” he admitted, his voice raw with honesty. “I can’t hide it anymore. I tried. I thought I could keep it professional, but I can’t. You’ve become… everything I didn’t know I was missing.”

I wanted to tell him the truth, too. To admit that I felt the same, that I had been battling my own heart. But I hesitated. Loving him wasn’t simple. There were rules, consequences, the constant watchful eyes of society and colleagues. And yet, the desire to be close to him overpowered caution.

“I… I feel the same,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “But we can’t… it’s too risky. My career, your reputation…”

He shook his head, gently. “I know. But love doesn’t ask for permission, Eniola. And I refuse to hide how I feel anymore. Not from you, not from anyone.”

For the first time, the office felt different not just a place of work, but a space of honesty, of vulnerability. We sat in silence, hearts pounding, both aware that the first step had been taken.

It was terrifying. It was exhilarating. It was the truth we couldn’t hide, and from this moment, nothing would ever be the same.

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