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-Eri Jones-
"I'm done with everything you asked me to, so can I go rest now Mr Jones?” I laid more emphasis on the last two words.
I mean, why does he still overwork me when we're married?
Since morning, I'd been working myself out, and not once had he returned my hard work with his attention.
He literally hadn't complimented me on my new shoes.
Maybe he could at least start with raising his head from that stupid laptop.
Instead of acknowledging the sharpness in my tone, he said, “but it's not closing yet, is it?"
With a frustrated sigh, my hands flew to my hips. "It's ten minutes to closing time, can't you just give me those minutes to rest?"
Still typing on the laptop, he replied. "For the company to become a trillion dollar company, we mustn't waste any precious times."
Oh what a—
I had to bite back the cuss words that threatened to spill. "Trillion dollar company, that's all you ever talk about."
"You have nothing else to say than your mission to make your company this and that. You can't even notice your own wife's shoes, yet you notice the company's stock."
With that, he stopped typing on the laptop to (finally) stare at me, a lop-sided smirk playing on his lips.
"Are you jealous?"
Jealous? I scoffed. "Jealous? Of who?"
"The company." The smirk still on his lips, he rose to his feet, prancing to stand in front of me, staying only a few inches away.
"And why will I waste my time being jealous of something that isn't alive?" Although we'd been married for almost a year, his closeness still sent my heart on a marathon race.
Weird, right?
I thought stuff like that stopped after the first few months.
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me so my breast hit his hard chest. "I'm sorry my love if I gave the company more attention than I gave to you."
Our lips met, but he pulled apart after about a second, while I resisted the urge to groan.
"And also for overworking you." Again another kiss, but this time it was longer and more spark-filled, making me forget why I was annoyed with him in the first place.
Our lips sucked the other beautifully, as my hand trailed into his hair.
Oh yeah… This was fun.
A groan left my throat when he pulled apart, locking gaze with me.
"Also, killer shoes you've got there." Those words made me feel proud of myself.
Because yeah, I didn't just spend so much money on a shoe without getting a compliment.
With that, our lips connected again.
When his hand trailed to cup my butt, a moan of desire went out of me.
At that point, I didn't even care where we were, because yeah, I liked the fun and wanted more.
His lips trailed to my jaw, down my neck where he began sucking on, sending wetness down my middles.
Oh geez, this guy was going to make me—
My thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of my phone, letting me know someone had to disturb that perfect moment with their annoying presence.
Don let a disapproving groan, but didn't pull from my neck.
When his hand gave my butt cheek a squeeze, I found myself also ignoring the message to enjoy the moment.
My hands left his hair, trailing down his chest to inside his trouser.
He chuckled against my neck, pulling me up, so he could move us to the desk table where he sat me on, moving his lips to my mouth and began unbuttoning my shirt.
My hands met with his full cock, that was already on erect.
It made another rush flow through me.
Especially when it wrapped in my arm and I planned on pulling at it.
But…
Another ding.
This time, I knew I shouldn't ignore it. Though that didn't stop me from being annoyed as I pulled from him.
“I'll put the phone on silent.” I whispered into his lips, retrieving my phone from my skirt pocket.
And to my surprise, a message from June greeted me once I unlocked the phone.
How on earth did she get my number?
He probably noticed my change in expression, because he asked. “What's wrong?”
"Keep having fun kissing my man in the office because I'm coming for you." I read it out loud.
Then it snapped.
With widened eyes, I turned to Don. “She's watching us. She's—”
I turned to Don, fear obviously evident in my expression. "She's watching us."
But he was already running out to check if she was close by.
That was when I noticed the other text from her. "Listen, you won't find me. Just leave him alone and I'll forget you ever existed."
When he came back, he turned to my worried expression. "Don't worry, I'll check the CCTV footage to see how she got here. I'll also increase the security, just don't worry, okay?"
But I was already panicking, probably turned pale already.
She was a stalker. She was watching my move. She's here somewhere and I had no idea where.
Seeming to notice my stare, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest.
"Don't worry yourself because of some psycho. She's crazy, so don't get all worked up by some threatening words from her, okay?"
I managed to nod, unsure what to say about the message.
What was I supposed to feel?
Was he equally as alarmed?
The thought of being watched sent shivers down my spine.
It was creepy to even think about.
No, I needed to get it all out of my head.
Maybe I could tell it to someone. If I told Don, he might just try telling me to not worry.
Hane. Where was she?
I'd sent her to check out the company while I finished work.
"Let's inform the police about this." I said in his chest.
"Police? Don't you think that's taking things too far?"
"No it is not." Why would he think this wasn't a police case?
Was he nuts?
"Listen Eri, I know you're feeling panicked because this was not what you'd thought she'd do," I had a feeling he was telling that to himself.
"But trust me when I say the police aren't the best option. It'll just give people something to talk about."
"But she's stalking me."
His grip around me tightened comfortingly. "I'll have a word with her about this, okay?"
With a defeated sigh, I grabbed his suit. "I don't want anything to happen to us."
"And I will make sure nothing happens, okay?"
"I'll try to trust you."
But the message didn't make me trust him so well.
She was somewhere watching us.
Who knows where she could be. What she's feeling staring at us hug.
Listening to us, and she knows we aren't planning on involving the cops so she'd probably feel at ease that she could do as she pleased.
This was creepy.
Very.
But right now, I couldn't let her do anything to ruin my marriage.
No, I loved this man a lot, and someone who needed an asylum wasn't going to make me leave him.
If she wants a fight, that's what I'd give her.
Because no way would I lose this man.
As though to prove my possession of him (especially if she was nearby), I craned my head up at him. “I love you.”
His lips pulled to a smile. "Not as much as I love you.”
Then he leaned closer, crashing his lips against mine.
But this time, the kiss didn't speak sex-wanting.
Instead, it expressed our love…