Chapter 7

Lillian

I couldn't believe what was happening. I was in the bathroom, dealing with unexpected menstrual cramps.

I usually get these cramps before my period, but this time, I ignored the signs, attributing the pain to hunger because I hadn't eaten a good breakfast.

God no! Why was this happening today? Why do women even have to have periods every month...it wasn't fair.

I was panicking because I had stained my underwear and was trying to clean it with soap and water.

I wrapped a towel around my body and started pacing, feeling the heavy flow. It felt like my pussy was about to fall off.

I knew I couldn't ask Helena for the bathroom earlier before Mr. Kent returned; she had been giving me dirty looks.

My only hope was rushing home but now that was out of the option. I would drip a lake of menstrual blood before I got home, plus it was super uncomfortable and nasty walking around with blood-soaked panties.

I spend the next thirty minutes thinking of what to do. My underwear was bloodied, and I just finished washing it; it won't be getting dried anytime soon. Thankfully there are no noticeable stains on my dress.

Just as I was pacing the bathroom, I felt a warm liquid trail down my thighs like a waterfall.

I looked down, I had to cover my mouth to stifle my sob. I usually have a heavy flow, and at this rate, I'll get the white towel stained, too.

I did not know what to do, I can't possibly tell Mr Kent about this. At this rate that was my only option.

Just as I was cleaning myself up for the hundredth time, there was an impatient banging on the door.

" Mrs Ace, come out right now. You are wasting my time!"

I panicked. I almost slipped as I hurried to the bathroom door. " Give me five more minutes! I'll be out by then." I yelled back.

"Are you crazy? You've spent 45 minutes doing god knows what! Get the fuck out right now !"

I bit down on my lips; even if I stayed for a hundred hours, there was no solving this issue. " I'm sorry, sir, I just need a little more. I'm having a bit of a problem here ."

" If you don't come out in the next thirty seconds, I'll drag you out myself." He gnarled, his voice echoing through the doors.

I gasped, he should be bluffing." You wouldn't dare!"

He snorted. " Try me, your time is counting."

I looked around and my eyes fell on the tissue rack.

I contemplated using it, but my underwear was still wet, and it would be too nasty, sticky and itchy.

I groaned in frustration. Why do I have to be so unlucky?

I felt like crying. My only option was telling him and I was so not doing that. I'd die of embarrassment.

I was about to grab my clothes from the hangar when I slipped on the wet tile and landed on my butt with a loud thud. The scream that escaped my lips was loud enough to cause an earthquake.

The next second, the door flew open, and my boss came into view. I then realised I had left the door unlocked.

His eyes found me sitting on the floor in an awkward position with just a towel wrapped around me and hiked up to my thighs. Just an inch higher, and my ass would be on full display.

A normal gentleman would cover his eyes or at least turn away, right?

Wrong!

This creature was the complete opposite. His eyes roamed the bathroom, stopping at my underwear spread on the towel rack. My perverted boss didn't look away. Instead, his eyes lingered on the piece of soaked material and then his eyes fell on me.

His eyes went over to my parties again, and my checks turned rosy red." is that your underwear?"

What the fuck does it look like? A potato?

I hate him, I hate my boss. He was doing this on purpose judging by the half-amused expression on his face.

My face flushed; I thought I'd die from embarrassment. I fervently wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole." Mr Kent! Yes, it's my underwear so can you please give me some privacy !"

He remained still.

He didn't even move a muscle, his face was devoid of every emotion like he was used to seeing women half naked ." Why did you scream ?"

I opened my mouth then shut it again." Can't you see I'm on the floor? Give me some private please!"

He ignored my plea for privacy.

He frowned." What have you been in here for the past 45 minutes ?" His eyes went over to my panties again, his brows creasing unusually.

I took note of how his pupils dilated and how his Adam's apple bopped up and down.

I know that look, I don't need a soothsayer to tell me what's going on in his head right now. Mr Kent had a dirty mind; I'm a hundred per cent sure about that.

I paused, looking up at his tall frame. I had no idea what I was going to say to him.

He sighed. " Mrs Ace, if you're not going to tell me then please put on your clothes and be out in the next thirty seconds." He growled the usual frown back on his face.

" I can't " my voice was a low whisper.

He raised a brow" Why not?"

I swallowed." Umm, I've just discovered that I'm on my period." I had to hold my breath waiting for his answer.

The bathroom fell silent for a few seconds.

"Your period? What's that ?"

I looked up to find a confused-looking being.

He can't be serious!