More than Seven years had passed, and guess what? Nothing just me, standing in the corner, fuming with anger and jealousy as I watched employees flirt with their boss—aka my boss and my boyfriend! I gripped the documents on my chest like they were life support.
Finally, the dashing gentleman in the suit—looking impossibly hot as always—dismissed the giggling ladies, and they walked out, clearly aware of nothing except my simmering rage.
"Baby, please stop thinking of more ways to murder my poor employees," Nadrien said, his voice deepening slightly, leaning against his desk while removing his silver-framed glasses. His smile, oh, that smile clearly said he was enjoying my inner explosions too much.
"Oh, your poor employees, huh? No wonder you seem to like them more. Why don't you just sit down, continue enjoying all their thoughts, and I'll go find myself another boyfriend maybe one more fun than you!" I shot back, glaring, crossing my arms, trying to sound serious—but failing spectacularly.
Nadrien didn't even blink. He immediately stood, smooth and commanding as always, closing the office door behind him.
One hand rested on my waist, the other brushing my hair from my face as he leaned close. His warm breath tickled my ear. "Sorry, darling. I was just teasing you. I was wrong, okay?" he whispered, and then, as if the world depended on it, he hugged me tightly. His body pressed against mine, firm and comforting, and I felt every bit of his calm, protective energy.
I melted instantly, my heart thudding like crazy. Five years later, and he still had this effect on me. Still, completely mine.
I huffed but couldn't hide my smile, melting back into his arms as I hugged him.
After all these years, nothing had changed between us—our feelings, our love, remained constant.
After graduation, Nadrien had launched his own business with his father's help and quickly rose to the top, becoming one of the youngest, most successful tycoons around.
Of course, his handsome face had its own fanbase, and the attention he received from everyone was, well, infuriating. I loved working as his personal assistant, but sometimes I wanted to strangle people for drooling over him.
Luckily, Nadrien remained his usual cold, aloof self around everyone else, often wearing earphones to block out the chatter and, probably, the constant stream of thoughts about him.
My thoughts scattered as he began peppering kisses across my neck and face, nibbling playfully at my lips. I pushed him gently. "Mister CEO, I told you, this isn't allowed in the office. And don't forget, the business banquet is next week. You need to attend," I said, trying to sound strictly professional.
"No need. Ask Nayel to attend instead," he murmured, dreamy, eyes closed, resting his head on my shoulder, his hands snug around my waist.
"Why him?" I asked, frowning, trying to hide the twinge of curiosity. "You'll know soon," he whispered, teasingly, before kissing my earlobe.
I frowned again but didn't push—Nadrien clearly had his reasons. I finally managed to peel myself away from Nadrien and went back to my own desk, trying to focus on work. Sitting down, I sighed and started sorting through documents.
Just then, my friend John walked over, holding two glasses of coffee. He handed one to me with a knowing look. "Hey what's with the boss today? He keeps transferring employees like it's a hobby. And why's he gotta be so cold to everyone?" he asked, taking a sip of his own coffee.
I frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"
John leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a juicy secret. "He's been quietly transferring people to other branches for weeks now. Low profile, no explanations, just… gone. And it's always the ones who get too close or, let's say, flirt too much about him."
My eyes widened. "Wait, what?"
John nodded. "Yeah. The two ladies who were here earlier? Transferred. And the others he's strict with? All the guys and girls who linger near him, or obsess over him in any way. Basically, he's got this, radar for people who can't stop thinking about him I wonder it's as if he can read minds.." he casually shrugged.
I froze mid-sip, my mind racing. Of course. That explained everything—he does that with only those who go overboard thinking about him and those who I dislike seeing near him. He simply hates anyone's attention on him.
So that's why he's always so cold and strict with everyone else. Except me ofcourse. I smiled to myself, letting out a little giggle as my heart flipped with joy while reaching for my coffee.
Finally, a peaceful sip but couldn't when suddenly, the entire office went dead silent. The boss—my boss, my boyfriend, the ever-perfect Nadrien—was walking down the aisle. His presence alone seemed to suck all the energy from the room.
John, panicking, darted back to his desk like a scared rabbit, while I froze, clutching my cup.
Nadrien stopped at my desk, his expression cold and serious as ever.
"I hope you aren't wasting time gossiping with other men," he said, voice low but sharp. I frowned, crossing my arms.
"I'm not. I'm all professional," I replied, trying to sound serious despite my racing heart. The corner of his lips twitched upward, but he carefully controlled the smile so no one else could see it.
"I hope you keep on being professional," he said casually, snatching the coffee cup from my hands—and, without a word, tossing it into the trash.
My eyes went wide. I wanted to protest, but before I could, he handed me another cup. I noticed immediately: this was his coffee, the one he approved of. The previous black coffee from someone else—unacceptable.
Of course. This possessive genius. I couldn't help but glare at him—but then a smile crept onto my face as I took the cup he'd given me. Carefully savoring it, I felt a rush of warmth as I noticed his subtle, secret gesture: a soft pat on my fingers, unseen by everyone else, before he walked away. I let out a little sigh, feeling all warm and fluttery. Possessive, strict, genius, annoyingly perfect, and mine.
Night fell and the office slowly emptied. I packed up my things, sitting for a moment by the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the sky was a mixture of deep navy and silver as a gentle rain began to fall.
The rhythmic patter of the droplets against the glass felt almost like ASMR, calming me more than I expected. Nadrien appeared beside me, walking quietly toward me. Hand in hand, we stepped outside together.
Just as he reached for the car, a thought popped into my head: "It'd be fun to walk side by side under the rain." Oh no, he probably heard that. But Nadrien didn't say a word. Calmly, he opened the car door, put our bags inside, then dialed a number. "Hello! Come pick up the car," he said curtly, cutting the call immediately.
Without breaking stride, he intertwined his fingers with mine.
"Let's go," he smiled. I couldn't help but swoon as we started walking under the gentle rain. The streets glistened under the soft glow of streetlights and building lights, reflections dancing across the puddles.
Some people hurried past, umbrellas bobbing, lost in their own worlds. Yet somehow, it felt like it was only us.
"What if we get cold?" I asked, letting the raindrops fall onto my free palm, splashing the water with my feet.
"That's fine," he smiled, watching me playfully. "Then we'll get to stay in bed all day."
I giggled, hugging his arm tightly. "I love you."
"I love you too," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my nose.
A chaotic idea suddenly struck me, and before Nadrien could respond, he murmured, "No, don't..."
I didn't wait for him to finish, and I ran off laughing.
"Come catch me!" I called, sprinting ahead, letting the rain sprinkle down over me.
"Alvin, slow down! The road's slippery!" Nadrien shouted, both playful and worried, as he quickened his pace to keep up.
The rain continued to fall, twinkling under the lights like tiny stars, wrapping us in our little world.
Nadrien caught me and brought me inside the car, not caring about the car getting wet, he focused more on drying my hair.
I rested my head against his chest, letting his steady heartbeat calm my racing thoughts, but the warmth radiating off him was driving me crazy all over again. After drying my hair, he wrapped arms around me, hands tightened slightly on my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.
"You know," he murmured, voice low and teasing, "I could keep you like this all night… just trapped in my arms."
I looked up at him, cheeks flushed, heart hammering. "And… what would you do if I let you?" I teased, daring him.
His lips twitched into a smirk, but the heat in his eyes made my stomach flip. Slowly, he leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. "If you let me… I'd probably… kiss you everywhere I can reach."
I shivered audibly, the car suddenly feeling impossibly small as his hand brushed along my neck, down to my shoulder. "Everywhere?" I whispered breathlessly, my hands twitching to touch him back.
"Yes… everywhere," he confirmed, voice husky, fingers grazing my arm lightly, deliberately enough to make me squirm. "Starting here…"
Before I could stop him, he pressed a slow, lingering kiss along my jawline, teasing, gentle but full of fire. I leaned into him, biting my lip to stifle a moan, hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.
"Brother… you're impossible…" I whispered, breath shaky, heat coursing through me.
"And you love it," he countered, lips brushing mine briefly before moving to trail soft, tantalizing kisses along my neck. "I know you do…"
I gasped, the sensation making my whole body tingle. "Brother Nadrien… please… I…"
He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes with that dangerous smolder, hand resting possessively on my hip. "Shh… I want to see just how much you can take… and how much I can give."
I melted against him, heart racing, every nerve alive, as the rain outside drummed a soft, chaotic rhythm against the car roof. Every brush of his lips, every teasing touch, made me dizzy with longing.
Finally, he leaned down, capturing my lips in a deeper, slower kiss, warm and demanding, making me melt completely against him. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly close, as if I could fuse with him completely.
When we finally broke apart, breathless, his forehead rested against mine, eyes glinting with heat and affection.
"See?" he murmured, voice low, husky. "I told you… I could never let you go."
I giggled, still shivering, holding onto him tightly. "Good… because I don't want to be anywhere else…"
He smiled, a soft, victorious smirk, pressing a final gentle kiss to my temple. "Then let's go home… and maybe continue this, just a little more…"
I brushed and smiled, nodding softly, wrapping arms around his neck.
That night, I realized just how beautiful our love was—fun, chaotic, and utterly ours.
With Nadrien by my side, I knew I could live this life, this joy, this love, for sixty more years, and never get bored.