Chapter 10

At midnight, we laid side by side facing the ceiling. Our pulses were racing together in unison.

I was panting non-stop.

Fuck.

That was a one hot sex and a beautiful joyride.

After I regained my normal breathing rate, I chuckled. "Am a bad employee. I just had sex with my Boss. Fire me for breaking the company's policy."

He laughed richly and turned his head to me. "You exhausted me, sweet soul."

I crease my brows and turn to him. "Is that my new nickname now?"

"Yes." He intertwined his fingers with mine. "You have lose so many pounds. Am proud of you."

When I bit my lower lip, he kissed the back of my hand and leaned closer to kiss my forehead and then my lips.

He caged me in the middle. One of his arm hanging above my head on the headboard and the other on my side. His eyes looking straight into mine like he could see his reflection.

"If I had knew you are a staff in my branch here, I would have barely travelled." He says and I chuckled shyly.

"Okay, what would you have done being around all the time?"

He made a face like he's dazing into something in his head. "Hmm….take you and our son out more often. Go on a vacation. Take you two out for shopping in different countries in the world. Fly you around in my chopper so you can see what the world really looks like. Visit Mount Everest together. And make hot love like never before." He stole a kiss on my lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck. "Mmm. Why would you be taking us shopping in different parts of the world when we have so many shopping malls here?"

"Nah, this country has too many cheap things. I want to spoil you and our son." He winked.

I laughed. "Do you know those things you got him from the toy store could make him naughty before Christmas? George, that boy is over pampered and you just made it hard for Santa."

He'll definitely start naming expensive things he wants from Santa Claus.

I know him. I know my son.

"Then let his cross be on me…" He reached for his wristwatch on the bedside table and glance at the time. "Oh fuck. I have to go." He pecked my lips and got out of bed naked.

I instantly sat up and pull the sheets to cover my nudes. "Are you leaving?" I asked when he started wearing his pants. I glance at the wall clock in my room, it was twelve thirty midnight.

"Yes, honey." He zipped his pants and wore his t-shirt. "I'll see you later in the office."

"But wait. You promised to spend the night with me. Moreover, it's still too late to go out."

Right?

He picked his wristwatch and wore it. Then, his prescription glasses. "I promise we can do this some other time. My car is parked few miles away from your house. If I stay till dawn, your family will meet me here and you know the effect."

I sighed.

Damn my family.

He kissed my lips when he saw the awful expression on my face. "I promise tomorrow I will stay longer but I'll still have to vacate before dawn if I must always come to see you every night."

"But…" I pouted my lips. "I don't want you to go."

"Okay, how about we have dinner together after work then at midnight I'll come over to spend the night and leave before dawn?"

My eyes lit up. I felt relieved.

Of course I agreed.

"Yes."

"Yes?" He grinned.

I shook my head vigorously.

He kissed me deeper. "Love you."

"Wait." I stopped him when he walked to the window. "Are you gonna jump down?"

I remember he said Gregory has long left and taken the ladder away. And the door is not gonna be an option. My family members are likely to be awake anytime.

He brought out a wrapped orange rope from his front pockets.

How come I didn't see that earlier?

He waved it at me, "I'll just tie this somewhere at the window and throw the rest down the walls."

I smirk and got out of bed. "Okay," I picked my nightgown from the floor and wore it. "Tie it and I'll lose it to you when you reach the ground."

He nodded and tied the rope around the iron slab. He kissed me before climbing down.

I panicked like an army's wife who was watching her husband going to the battlefield.

"Careful." I feared when the rope stretched to it's breaking point.

And finally, he reached the finish line.

I chuckled looking down at him. I loosed the rope and let it fall to the ground like a ribbon.

He blew flying kisses to me and I kissed him GOODNIGHT too.

I went to bed, thinking about him and the wonderful sex we had a while ago.

I wish we could have more till dawn.

I drifted off to sleep, fully satisfied after getting a text from him that he has gotten home.

I believe the person who gave him my address also gave him my number too.

And that one person is Mrs. Patricks.

….

When I got to my office at daybreak, I was taken by surprise to see a fancy basket and bouquet of fresh roses on my desk.

I shut the door behind me and walked majestically to my desk. I first place the kit on the desk and took the bouquet.

Ohmm…..

It smells good just like the ones at the backyard of my house.

I dropped it and took the little basket. There were quite luxurious fancy stuffs inside.

But they where wrapped with designer paperback.

I opened one of them and what I saw made my eyes and mouth wide.

A complete set of purple lingerie, a robe and satin nightgown.

I recalled my nightwear from last night. This was much more beautiful than it.

I was curious to know who got this for me. Then, I saw a little note at the bottom of the basket.

I unfold it and carefully read what's written in it.

'GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE. AM AN ASSHOLE FOR RIPPING YOUR THONG. ACCEPT MY APOLOGY.'

Jesus.

This guy is a pervert.

I couldn't help but laugh.

There was no name or signature at the end of the note but I knew who sent it.

My cheek hurt from flushing too much and I couldn't control my excitement.

I opened another pack and it was the latest iPad pro of the year.

Wow. This device is eligible to buy my beetle.

The third pack was chocolate. One of my favorite kinds. Nutella sticks.

Something came across my mind. What if Nadia comes in and sees all of these? She'll be concerned about the Nutella and she'll beg me to lend her the purple lingerie.

I quickly package everything back to the basket and hid it under my desk.

I took the kit and left for another office in the thirtieth floor.

…..

"Come in."

After fixing my hair and pulling my cleavage to the top of my chest, I mapped my lips and cleared my throat softly before going in.

I need to appear good before him.

He was reading a document when I got in. The moment he saw me, his smiles widen to his ears. "Hey," He took off his reading glasses and got up to hug me.

I love his cologne.

I snuggle in his warm embrace. "Good morning." I say and he kissed my lips.

"Good morning, baby. How was your night?"

"Nice. And yours?"

He fake a groan, "Ugh. I couldn't sleep."

I suddenly felt worried, "Why? Did something happened?"

"Of course." He peck my lips again and caressed my hair, "I spend all night thinking about you."

I smack his arm and he winced. "Silly." I flushed.

His eyes drifted to my right hand. "Is that for me?"

I remember I was holding something. "Oh yes," I gave him the kit. "I don't know if you've had breakfast yet so…I made you something." I almost whispered.

He beamed after opening the flask. "My favorite!" Without wasting any more time, he zoomed to his seat and started digging in.

I giggled, seeing how hungry he was. I pull a chair across the desk and sat down.

My hand on my chin as I watch him for a long time. "Take it easy, you might choke." I reach for the flask of hot coffee in the kit and opened it for him.

He gulp down the content to half. Despite it was smoking hot. "God. Honey, you're a lifesaver." He let out a deep breath. "How did you remember my favorite coffee recipe?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'll always remember." After a while, I said. "Thanks for the gift. I love them."

I still imagine him in a women's shopping complex for example. Shopping panties and undies.

How did he even do that? And they are my perfect size. Has he been studying my body shape since last night?

He paused, staring at me over the flask. "You love them?"

"Yeah."

"Just like them. They're not fine enough." He murmured. Dismissing my appreciation like the gifts are not worth it.

Dude, they're fucking expensive!

"You're crazy." I chuckled, my fingers playing with a blue ball pen.

"How is Corey?" He asked the moment he finished his breakfast.

I leaned my back on the chair, feeling relaxed. "He is fine. My cousin, Trey, helped me drop him in school."

"I sent my chauffeur to your place this morning. He was told you're gone."

My brows knit together. "Do you really have to take the stress?" He has done a lot already. I know he can buy a country for me if he really has to.

He clasp his fingers on the desk, his brows cork upwards, "That chauffeur was specially hired to take our son to school and bring him back every school days. I'll have another chauffeur hired to bring you to work too. But I'll be the one dropping you off."

Before I could first say a thing, he wore his glasses and took a file to read.

"George, this is too much." I said and his eyes never left the file. "I have a car. I can take care of the transportation. You don't have to worry."

"That thing is not a car. It's a spare part and definitely a condemned element." He stated before looking at me. He just insulted my ten years beetle. "I already ordered a black Bentley. 2023 model. It was shipped from Japan since yesterday and you'll be getting it two days from now."

My eyes and mouth widen in shock. I was tongue-tied. Mute. Speechless.

I don't know what to say.

Should I thank him or taunt him for taking my troubles?

He knew how weak I was to say anything at the moment so he got up and came to my side. His arms wrap around me from behind.

"George..." I wanted to say something when I found my vocals but he shut me up.

"Shh. I know if I had told you about it beforehand, you'll refuse and declined the offer. And of course, you know me as a man of surprises."

Ah. Of course I know.

I remember how he threw a surprise wedding ceremony for us four years ago.

It took me unaware. I almost scream to death because of the too much excitement I felt.

"You're so sweet." I cup my chin, tears welled in my eyes.

He turn my chair over to face him, then he squatted in front of me and look up into my eyes.

Oh God, how I love to look into his eyes too. It's like remembering our first meeting.

"You're precious to me." His palm holding mine. "I want you to know that, I'll always be by your side, day and night. And if you run away again, I'll find you and search for you. I won't rest until you come back to me and tell me you don't love me."

I couldn't help but chuckle, my hand covering my mouth. "You're flattering me, George."

The door opened and a guy in grey suit walked in. When he saw us, he quickly looked away, "Sorry, Boss. Your wife is here to see you."

George's expression suddenly turned gravely as he looks at him. "Have you suddenly forgot how to knock before coming in, Marvins?"

He bow his head and apologize. "Am sorry, Boss."

I remember this guy. He was among the three boys I met at the shredding room weeks ago.

From the way he shivers, I think he's afraid what I might say to his boss.

A smirk on my lips.

Just imagine I tell George about him now. He'll lose his job within a snap of my finger.

Naughty boy.

George dismissed him and stood up.

"Is it because of her?" I asked and stood up when I saw his long face.

He sighed in dismay and gave me a long stare. He shook his head afterwards and came to me.

His hands on my waist. He kissed my forehead. "I don't like her. I don't know why she keeps pestering me. Am tired."

"How did your parents know her?"

I can see he doesn't want to talk about it. His brows deepens. "She's my mom's best friend's only daughter. Mom said if she was twin like me, she'd have given Greg the other pair."

I place my hand on his chest to soothe him, "All these will be over soon. Okay?"

I know she'll get tired of him and leave him soon. Nothing last forever.

"She's a gold digger." His lips pressed into a thin line. "She's only good at demanding for sex and wasting my money on shopping, manicure, pedicure, hairstyles, parties, irrelevant material things."

"What's her occupation?" I asked.

He shrugged. "She didn't go to college. She is jobless. Her parents bought her a fake degree because she said she doesn't want to go to college that college is a waste of time. And if you ask her anything related to business, she's as dull a newborn baby."

I shook my head in pity. Then I heard sound of heels approaching the door. "I think she's here. I have to hide."

Just to avoid a commotion.

If she sees me here, she'll definitely make a scene and George's parents will come taunting him again.

I pull myself out of George's embrace and hid behind the curtains before he could say anything.

There was a little open space from the side, so I peek through there.

The door opened the next minute and she walked in. Wearing heavy makeups which made her look like a witch. Her red lips like that of a burnt goat's lips in fire.

She was wearing a mini pink gown that reaches her thighs and exposes almost all her body. I believe if she bend over to pick up something from the ground, everyone would see her naked ass.

Her dark hair left to fall on her shoulders and her breasts popping on her chest like fresh water in transparent nylon.

She has the finest gold jewelry have ever seen on her wrist and neck. She holds a pink designer bag – very expensive one.

She dropped her handbag on the desk and place her hands on her hips like an harlot waiting to be devoured.

I notice that George was not giving her direct eye contact. In fact, he was avoiding her. He didn't stare at her for one second.

He quietly went to the fridge to get a bottle of cold water.

"Why are you avoiding my calls?" She walked to him. Her heels clicking against the tiled floor and her hips swaying side by side. She stood in front of him, to gain his attention.

He glance at her whole body once and walked back to his desk without answering her question.

I think she got furious. I saw her fist clenched as she followed him like a shadow. "George!" She slam her fist on the desk when he picked a document to read.

"What?!" He yelled. I smell anger boiling in him.

"I called you ten times this morning, you ignored my calls. I even texted you and you never replied. You skipped breakfast this morning and….." Her eyes drifted to the kit at the side of the desk. "Who brought this?"

Fuck!

Damn me!

How could I have forgotten to his the kit too.

Now what would she think? That a woman was here with him a while ago.

She sniffles her nose around like a trained dog. "This cologne is not familiar. It's a female's. It doesn't smell like yours, George. Who was here with you?"

Damnit!

Lord, don't let her suspect anything.

George stood up abruptly and place his glasses on the desk. "Melissa or whatever is your name. For your information, I was busy that's why I couldn't pick your calls and if you're curious why I didn't had breakfast before leaving. It's because I don't want to die after eating poison."

"Poison?" She laughed wickedly and became serious again. "George, for the past three years of our marriage you stopped performing so many duties." She started counting her fingers. "You deny me of sex, you stopped eating my meals – okay you said I don't know how to cook and I hired a chef. Still, you skip meals in the house. You leave empty and come back home full. You don't take me out with you. You –"

"Enough, Melissa!" He shouted. I swear I startle behind the curtains. "Enough, I don't want to hear any more of your complains. You're getting on my nerves by the day and I can't take it any longer."

The next thing she did made me laugh quietly. But I quickly covered my mouth.

Geez, the fancy girl with classy swag was crying.

I know she's only putting on an act to make him guilty. But it seems like George is already used to her crying on his neck.

"You're so heartless, George." She really looks ugly when she cries. "For three good years, I haven't felt you inside me. Do you know how much it hurts me to stay faithful like a saint? What is my offense that you keep punishing me this way?"

"So you're begging for sex?" He laughed richly and crossed his arms. "Tsk. How bad."

She immediately went to him and pressed her body against his. "You have to fuck me today. You must touch me now."

He pushed her away and she fell sitting on the floor. "Tell me if it's by force to turn on when there's no hard-on."

Her face turned red in anger. She got on her feet and grabbed her handbag. "You'll come home to me. And you'll beg me for my body and you won't get a bit of it." She left, slamming the door loudly behind her.

"Ciaos! Adieu! Good riddance to bad rubbish." George waved at the door.

I came out of the curtains like a thief in the night. "She's gone." I whispered, my eyes looking everywhere like she's still hiding somewhere.

George grinned, his arms widely open for me to go in. "Forget about that slut." He pulled me closer.

When he was about to kiss me, Gregory matched in with a straight face.

"That woman has no manners at all. I went to warn her never again to lay hands on my brother and she just insulted me." When our eyes meet, he continued. "Your sister, lack home training. She called me a gigolo and I called her a side chick and she slapped me."

I couldn't help but laugh. George laughed too.

Nadia and her attitudes. She should be thankful he didn't fire her because of me.

"I'll leave you now." I stood on my toes and kiss him. "See you later."

"Love you." He kissed me back and allowed me to go.

"Love you more." I say on my way out.

…

Not even up to ten minutes since I got into my office, Nadia barged in like a mad lioness newly released from the zoo. Her hair is almost standing on her head and skin pores.

She was fuming and I imagine flames coming out of her nostrils.

"You won't believe that bastard…."

Ah.

There she goes now. Complaining about Gregory. Her opponent already explained what happened to me and now she's recalling the issue again.

I don't want to make it look like am not listening to her. Because if it was me, she'd listen to my rants.

So the best thing….since I already had my earbuds in my ears, I increased the volume of the song and pretended to be listening to her gist.