RUNNING AWAY FROM MY BETROTHED

CHAPTER 105

THE OLD SELF IS BACK

It is a serene Friday evening, the gentle tick-tock of my wristwatch marking the of time, quarter past eight. A yawn escapes me, a signal of the day's , as I stretch my tired muscles before settling back at my desk. This week been a cascade of pure joy and contentment, with every moment spent at work fulfillment because, finally, I am doing what I love. I feel rejuvenated, as if day brings a new beginning. I am back to feeling the kick of my real self.

The atmosphere in the office is tranquil and welcoming, save for a couple of whose grievances towards me remain a mystery. But amidst them, else is a delight, sweet as candy. Competence and assertiveness reign here; each person knows their role precisely, eliminating the need for any -holding. Credit is due to Davon for fostering such an environment and, of course, my boss, whose leadership sets the tone for our team's success.

But much more credit goes to, you know,. My boss. He has invested not just in his but also in his employees. There are no lurkies here. Everyone knows what are here for and needs no ordering around. Competency is played on a higher- note here. Then again, I surmised that, given how he himself does not joke with business, he would not let anyone pull him down. He has instilled such discipline focus here.

Thinking about him makes my blood boil already—with longing, of course. Don't get wrong. We haven't been naughty in any way. There was just so much I had to do harmonize and acquaint myself with everything and everyone, and he was there me. All the steps of the way, as promised. Hand in hand, he showed me around introduced me to anyone. At some point, I felt like he was showing me off. But was just my thought.

After I was okay and conversant with everything, he gave me ample space and time to on my projects in coordination with my assigned team of six members, but he sure to check on me so often. Never at any time have I missed his presence and , despite his busy schedule. Sometimes he is the one who reminds me about meals and breaks because, well, the workaholic ass, Ellie Marrie Riccaford, resurfaced the moment I got this job. He is all candy, but we are still keeping a profile, presumably.

"How is my sweet workaholic fiancee doing?"

I jab my head up from the computer to hear the voice of my sweet, dazzling hottie.

Talk of my sweet, handsome devil! He is probably the only person left on this floor, the offices are located.

"I am doing good. You?" I respond after we trade a kiss.

"I would be fine if only you could stop overworking your ass," he states, and I smile.

He can be a dirty-mouthed jerk at times—correct, most of the time—but I kind of like sometimes. It depicts his arrogant but sweet side, which turns my dark side on.

And just look who is talking, huh? He is managing a line of motels and a tremendous ! Come on! I still wonder how he copes with multitasking. And ooh, there is me, he never neglects.

"Well, this ass is meant to stay fixed on this chair until it accomplishes the work you me for," I mumble.

"Well, not just that. I need it for something else too."

Huh! Being a jerk again?

"I see. You gotta wait then, boss," I say.

"Is the work too much?" he asks, peering at my computer, but I doubt he can see clearly from here.

"Not really. I just need to finish this real quick,” I say.

"You shouldn't work this late, Ellie. I won't get mad if you lurk on a single project or a day. Come on!" he says.

Is he feeling guilty now? I have been doing this all my life, since I started working. I ’t even remember my father, who almost killed me with work, telling me to take a . He was, on the contrary, challenging and pushing me to do more and more and . This is just compared to what I can handle, honestly.

"Hey! I am just doing my job, Damian!" I defend myself, or rather, state the obvious, to wipe off these furrows on his face. It doesn't suit him at all.

He checks his Rolex wristwatch, and he deeply frowns. "It is past working hours, . You are the only one left here." He sits on the table beside me, giving me the of breathing in his sweet scent.

That reminds me that we haven't been intimate for this entire week either. He has sweet on everything else aside from fucking me. I'm kind of thirsty. And I hope I not enacting the same blunder that that jerkass Leo accused me of. We learn from mistakes, right? I wouldn't want to have a recap of that. And perhaps that is why I already there whenever he is, and also why I make advances every chance I get. I ’t want to neglect him in any way.

"Only one?" I query. I had to cock an eyebrow at that because I am obviously not the one, right?

"You know I can't leave you here. I was waiting for you so that we could go home ," he says.

Like always. He never leaves me behind. We have become so integral. He picks me from my house in the morning and drops me off after work. Sweet, right?

"Well, I feel special that my boss doesn't have the heart to leave me behind. Is this it's always going to be?" I'm just asking. My feelings are strong on this one. So .

He leans so close to my face, making me blush as I read his lips. "Always. Always!I never even give you a reason or a chance to be tired of me. Of this." He steals a that I couldn't deny him. "I organized dinner for us. It should be here any ," he says after we pull away, fondling my lower lip with his thumb.

Dinner? Right here? "Here?" I implore.