"Baby, please, come here," he yells when I'm fully out of the bathroom. Without paying attention, I wrap myself in a towel and go to the next room.
Once ready, I look in the mirror and smile when I see my clothes. It's beautiful and I love how it looks on me. Yazahib looks at me disapprovingly, I cross my arms and face him. "Any problem, boss?" I smirk hypocritically.
"Change that dress, it's very provocative," I raise an eyebrow, “you change or you won't go to work." I roll my eyes when I see him leave the room. Not wanting to anger him more, I put on gray dress pants, a white sleeveless top, and a black jacket. I put on some black stiletto-heeled shoes and after taking my white bag, I leave the room and go to the dining room where my impossible boyfriend is already sitting. "Can't you wear something that doesn't catch the eyes of others?"
I snort in frustration, "Yazahib, stop being so impossible. I'm the boss's girlfriend ... Do you understand? The boss, no one, absolutely no one would dare to look at me improperly,” seeing him so angry, I smile and caress his cheek, “calm down Mr. Meyer, you can see but not touch,” I turn so he doesn't see me laugh. Yazahib starts cursing over and over again.
“You are so beautiful,” Patricia smiles at me, “I'm sure you will be the most beautiful of all,” smiling happily at how the woman assures me that, I look at Yazahib and he is upset as always.
“Thanks Patricia, I hope that's the way it is, besides being the new one, being the owner's girlfriend won't help me much,” Yazahib looks at me angrier, “it's going to give you a heart attack if you continue with that temperament, honey,” I smile at him.
"Don't follow Daniel, I'm about not letting you go to work, so please don't continue," he warns me hoarsely. Patricia leaves my breakfast in front of me and leaves the dining room.
"I love you," I tell him as I look at him, "you are the love of my life, my first love." I love to tease him to anger and then calm him down with the look and the nice words that I say. My man still looks at me with his serious gesture but with a precious sparkle in his eyes.
“And I love you bab,” he pulls me and sits me on his legs, “you drive me absolutely crazy, you're going to finish me off if you keep making me mad like this,” he puts his hand between my pants and takes it to my sex. I breathed in pants when I feel his hand, “but just as you make me mad, I know how to make you wish,” he bites my neck and then takes his hand out leaving me suffering delicious spasms, “come on, have breakfast,” sitting on his legs, I obey what he says without saying anything. The desire he has left in me has taken away my ability to speak. I feel that if I speak I am going to ask him to possess me again.
When we finished breakfast, Yazahib and I headed to his office. After reaching the imposing building that seems to touch the sky, I look at everything with illusion. The heart pumps in my chest faster and faster when we enter the building and all eyes fall on us. Yazahib walks holding my hand and I feel like dying because of how they look at us.
"Love, you should let go of my hand," I whisper softly so that only he can hear me. Yazahib looks at me and after smiling slightly, he embraces me possessively and kisses my lips, I look at him in amazement at what he has done.
"I love you," he says loudly, I look around us and all those who wait for the elevator just as we, have heard him. I immediately blush. "Do you want another kiss to make it clearer?" I look at the people again, they all look at Yazahib in amazement.
"We are at work Yazahib ..." he smiles and kisses me again passionately, I must hold on to his neck so as not to fall.
"I don't care where, how, or who we are with, I'll always kiss you, touch you and fill you with attention." I finally smiled sadly, I didn't expect this, not at work. Yazahib is a very passionate and romantic man, but that part of him is only known to me and from what I see he is willing for his workers to know it too or maybe he just makes it clear that I belong to him.
"I love you," I whisper, he twists me. The elevator opens its door and we all go up, each person presses the floor number they are going to and I am amazed when I see that Yazahib presses the number 50 and not the presidential number, but I don't say anything.
When we got to the 50th floor, Yazahib and I got out of the elevator and that place is beautiful, spacious and of course with a very contemporary decoration. The design is admirable. “Where are the plans for the new building?” Someone shouts, passing with many plans in their hands, “I want them in my office in three minutes, if not you will pay me,” without further ado, he goes into an office, I look at Yazahib in amazement, he smiles at me.
"Have you already forgotten the redhead you helped once?" I frown and think about it, when I remember who it is I smile, "he will be your boss, but if he treats you badly, tell me and I will fire him for treating my girl badly."
Smiling, I look into his eyes excitedly, “you mean I'm going to work in the area of architecture and design?” When I see him nod, I hug him and start screaming like crazy no matter how people looked at us, “thanks… thanks… honey,” I give him a passionate kiss, “this night, I will make you growl like a beast,” I bite my lip provocatively and my man gulped with difficulty.
“Damn it, you shouldn't have told me that babe, now I'll be hard until I can make you mine,” he give me another kiss, “come on, we must go meet with your boss, I have a meeting in a few minutes.” Smiling and taking his hand, I'm the one who guided him to the office of the redhead.
“Stuard,” when the redhead turns, our eyes are locked on each other.