Thank you for checking out this story! This is my first time writing a fanfic so I am excited to share this with you. By looking at the title, I'm sure you have general idea of what this story is about. I do understand that this might offend some viewers but that's the risk I'm willing to take. Please enjoy! :)
You know what sucks? Having feelings for someone who will never feel the same way about you. I know, I know…this sounds like a typical middle school/high school drama that every boy or girl goes through in his or her lifetime. But try being in your twenties and debating whether you want to go after a married man. I mean, going after a guy who has a girlfriend is dramatic enough to land you possible catfights or ruined personal properties depending on how crazy the girlfriend becomes. But when you become tempted by the idea of stealing a happily married husband away from someone...that might be one way ticket to Hell.
But it is past midnight and I'm over here confessing my sins when I should really be sleeping since I have work in less than 8 hours. It's been a long time since I have ever been this frustrated over a guy. But my symptoms are gradually getting worse. My chest feels heavy, I have hard time breathing, my stomach actually decides to compete with Six Flags' roller coaster rides whenever I see this guy's face, and I end up spending more and more time daydreaming about all the possibilities of us being together. And if I'm literally losing sleep over it, there is no other way to sugarcoat this.
Shit's getting serious.
Let me make myself clear by saying that that this is all my fault. So far, this guy has not shown any signs of being interested in me. He only sees me as a coworker and I pray to God that his perception does not change. Yes, I will admit that there were always friendly exchange of teasing and flirtations going on between us but that was it. In fact, some people mentioned that he and I should be a couple but I strongly protested by reminding everyone that he was taken. Besides, I have a reputation to maintain…and there is no way I'm going to let it crumble down by being labeled as a "homewrecker."
At least, that was what I would've said few months ago.
You know what happened next? Life decided to be a total dick and threw the infamous forbidden fruit at me. In my defense, I never intended to escalate this. I was noticing how stronger my feelings were becoming so I wanted to find a way to get rid of my one-sided, delusional crush and move on to someone else. There are plenty of single guys out there and out of all of them, I am supposed to fight for a married guy? That is so unfair. I deserve so much better than that. I am worth so much more than that.
But unfortunately, I gave in.
Unfortunately, I took a bite of that forbidden fruit.
Why?
Because unfortunately, Ichigo Kurosaki, the bastard who has been the root cause of my sleep deprivation, high stress levels, and uncontrollable emotions, decided to cross the line and turn my world into complete chaos.
God, I really hate this son of a bitch...but at the same time, I really do love him. How did it turn out like this?