Flirting With My Boss' Secret Account

I live by the philosophy of "not being a pervert, what’s the harm, how are you?" offline as a corporate drone, and online as a troublemaker.

Casually flirting with guys, “Hey handsome, send me a pic of your abs, let’s see if you're really as hot as you say you are.”

The guy hesitated for a moment, but eventually sent a few photos.

I stared at the abs on the screen, wiped away the drool that was betraying me, and scrolled down.

Suddenly, the face of my boss appeared on the screen, and I nearly jumped out of my chair.

Felix Vance is into this kind of stuff too?

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As a salaried worker, my hobbies usually involve scrolling through TikTok to admire abs, binge-watching new shows, and teasing handsome guys online.

Yesterday, I met a guy online who seemed to click with me. I added him on Facebook, thinking he was probably a good-looking guy I could flirt with while slacking off at work.

I woke up this morning filled with resentment.

Why should I be the one working on the weekend?

Who does that expert think he is, rearranging work schedules?

Opening Facebook, I saw a message from Felix, and it made my blood boil.

That damn stingy bastard!

I switched to my other Facebook account and went a little crazy.

As soon as I logged in, I saw the new guy I added yesterday. Without thinking, I messaged him, “Hey handsome, send me a pic of your abs, let’s see if you’re really as hot as you say.”

Probably because it was too early, he didn’t respond.

After all, only office workers wake up this early!

I quickly washed up, grabbed my bag, and headed to work.

I clocked in, sat down at my desk, and began slacking off while eating breakfast.

I was scrolling through my phone and opening my computer, all while munching on my breakfast.

Then, I saw it—an abs pic from the guy I messaged earlier on Facebook.

Wow.

I was instantly revived, full of energy!

Where did this godsend come from? He sent several pictures.

It felt like flipping through royal decrees—one after another, satisfying the hell out of me.

Then, I saw a half-face shot.

The first few were just abs pictures, but one was taken in front of a mirror. The guy had lifted his shirt, and in his attempt, he accidentally snapped half his face.

The familiar lines of his jaw, those familiar sexy lips, that high nose bridge—it all looked too familiar.

I didn’t immediately process it, but as I scrolled to the last photo, I saw the camera positioned to capture his reflection. The angle was perfect, covering the bottom half of his face, but revealing the top.

Piecing the two together...

That’s Felix, isn’t it?

I wasn’t sure, so I took another look.

You know that feeling, right?

When you’re caught off guard, but can’t do anything about it!

I nearly choked on my hotdog, feeling a bit nauseous.

My colleague Mia Chaw, seeing me struggling, rushed over and asked, “Elara, are you okay? Drink some water.”

Mia handed me some water, and I quickly flipped my phone over, hiding Felix’s abs pics.

“I’m fine, really. Just choked a bit,” I said, reassuring her but not managing to calm the chaos inside my heart.

So, is Felix really this wild behind the scenes?

My heart was thumping loudly as if I’d discovered some dark secret. I couldn't help but feel a mix of schadenfreude and survivor's relief.

I quickly tried to focus on my work to distract myself.

It was too much excitement so early in the day.

“Elara Vance, come here,” Felix called as soon as he walked in.

As expected, that stingy bastard.

“Boss, what do you need?”

“I need you to redo the promo plan for Lumina Ltd. and make a few adjustments. Blah blah...”

Damn, that jawline, those lips—I wasn’t even paying attention to his words anymore. My eyes just kept drifting to Felix.

“... blah...”

My gaze dropped lower, and I couldn’t help but recall those abs—eight perfect blocks, all well-defined. Clearly, he worked out a lot.

“Elara, are you listening?” Felix slammed a file down on my desk, his voice suddenly sharper.

I noticed a faint blush spreading across his face, his ears also turning red.

Cheap bastard, what’s the big deal about abs anyway?

I was cursing Felix in my mind when suddenly, I felt my nose twitch.

Felix quickly grabbed a tissue and shoved it in front of me. “You’re bleeding.”

“Ah?”

I touched my nose and found my hand covered in blood.

Damn it, his good looks threw me off.

“Sorry, boss, I’ll clean up right away.”

I grabbed the documents and bolted out of the office.

It must be the heat lately, and I had instant noodles for dinner yesterday—yeah, that’s probably it!