Chasing My Secretary Wife

CHAPTER ONE.

LESLIE’S POV

My husband and boss Kian, is laughing at every joke that leaves the lips of his first love while I watch them through the glass doors that separates his office from mine. I had been dutifully preparing some documents that needed his signature and also setting up his meetings for the day like I have done for 7 years as his secretary but since Beverly’s arrival, I have been unable to get any work done.

I feel a pang in my chest everytime Kian laughs, almost tearing up at the thought that he has never laughed like that around me. I stare at her slender frame, her lush black hair that bounces back into place even when she throws her head back in laughter and the grace in every of her movements. Beverly is an epitome of feminine grace and every of her features is proof of why Kian has been hung up over her even though they separated years ago. Even though he married me.

The dark binds of his office are brought down abruptly, blocking my view of them both and now all I can see is black. It is as if Kian is trying to prevent me from prying even though I am his wife and privacy shouldn’t be a thing between us, especially when it comes to a woman he used to love so much.

I still remember how shocked I was when she walked up to me earlier, heels clicking ever so sophisticatedly on the office tiles. I saw the feet cladded in shiny red heels before I raised my head to look at her.

“Leslie, I didn’t know you still worked here! I can’t believe Kian is still making you work even after you both got married. That man is something, isn’t he?”

She said, smiling sweetly with blood red lips that would look horrifying on me if I dared to try that shade of lipstick. I couldn’t speak, caught in the shock of staring face to face with her after all these years, especially as she still had the same aura of wealth and confidence that I have always known her to possess. For a split second, she made me feel insecure in my grey office wear and my tight bun hair and the fact that I wore little to no makeup.

“Beverly!”

Kian’s voice was what broke me out of that trance I was stuck in as he stepped out of his office and there, right in front of me, he hugged her ever so tightly like an old time friend before he led her back into his office without sparing me as little as a glance.

Now, they are alone together in his office, the blinds of his office pulled shut so that I can’t see them but can only hear their muffled voices and his own laughter every now and then. I squirm in my seat uncomfortably each time they laugh, gripping the edges of my