TO LOVE AGAIN

Chapter 3

Her POV

"GOOD!"

"One more sweet pose! Nice one, couple! Great job!"

"It's so effortless when you're genuinely happy! Okay, one more, fierce this time!"

"Beautiful! Good job! Now let's change the wardrobe!"

I quickly approached the photographer, dragging Mikael by one hand to check the photos he took.

"Let me see, George!" I referred to our professional photographer.

Today was our scheduled prenup shoot for my wedding with Mikael. George showed us each photo one by one. Mikael was hugging me from behind, and I was leaning my back against his chest. I was thrilled with the pictures I saw.

"You are really good! They’re beautiful! Thank you!" I exclaimed, giggling.

"And thank you so much for the cooperation, ma'am, sir! Your genuine aura added to the beauty of the pictures," George said with a smile. I knew it wasn't just flattery because we were his clients. I could feel the sincerity in his words.

"Like this one," he continued, clicking through, looking for the picture he was referring to. He stopped at a shot of Mikael and me facing each other. We were seriously staring into each other's eyes, not smiling, but our eyes were, showing the love clearly. I had my arms around his neck while he held my waist. I felt a flutter of excitement and couldn't help but smile.

"Look at your eyes, full of love. You don't need to act; it just came out naturally." Mikael's hug tightened around me, and I closed my eyes as he kissed my temple. I couldn't stop the butterflies in my stomach.

"I love you . . ." he whispered in my ear, making me smile.

"I love you . . ." I sincerely responded.

"Exit now, couple, it's getting too sweet in here," George joked, and both Mikael and I laughed.

"Kidding! You can change your wardrobe now."

The photoshoot and prenup video took place at a famous beach resort. We were more than ten people, including George's team, our makeup artist and stylist, our coordinator, and her staff. We both enjoyed our photoshoot. George was easy to work with, even though we had just met him; he was recommended by one of our friends. He had worked with many famous personalities, and it was no wonder why he was so good at handling clients and taking amazing shots.

The effort and time we spent under the sun posing were all worth it. Every picture and video taken was perfect. It was already night when the prenup ended. I didn't feel tired because I really enjoyed the shoot. I wasn't sure about my soon-to-be husband, though. I giggled at the word husband; it sounded so sweet. Mikael looked at me with a furrowed brow. I just smiled at him, and at the exact red light, he quickly kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back with a smile on my face as we were in his car.

We were heading home. He would drop me off at my house first. I was still staying with my parents, while he lived in his condo. His family was living in California and would be home a month before our wedding. He was holding my hand while his other hand was on the steering wheel. He kept kissing my hand and didn't let go even when changing gears. He had gotten used to doing this. He's really sweet and consistent.

From the beginning, he showed me how much he loved me. That's why I never hesitated to give him my biggest yes; it was the easiest yes I’ve ever said in my entire life, and of course, I love him so much.

While driving home, Mikael's phone rang from the dashboard near the driver's seat.

"Babe, please . . ." Mikael wanted me to answer it since he was driving. It was a video call. I reached for his phone and saw the name. It was Denise, his secretary. I pressed the answer button, and she was surprised to see me on the screen, but I was more shocked to see her in lingerie. Only her upper body was visible, but it was almost revealing everything. Does she dress like this when talking to her boss? I'm not usually feisty, but I raised an eyebrow at her.

"G-Good evening, ma'am," she stuttered while greeting me.

"I called to inform Sir Mikael that an investor is willing to meet tomorrow at ten in the morning."

"Who? Is it Mr. Yu?" The video call was on loudspeaker, so Mikael heard what Denise said. Mikael kept his eyes on the road. Mr. Yu must be a big investor because Mikael was thrilled to hear Denise's news and when he mentioned Mr. Yu's name, he only glanced at me occasionally because he was driving.

"Yes, sir—" "Will you please change your clothes first? It's not proper attire to talk to your boss," I cut her off, feeling awkward about her appearance. I didn't let Mikael see her. I wondered if this was how she usually video-called my fiancé. Mikael may love me, but he's still a man, and Denise is an attractive woman. I couldn't help but overthink. Mikael glanced at me, frowning.

"Sorry, ma'am. I was just excited."

"Just call instead, Denise. Don't video call. End the call and call me right away. Hurry! I'll wait!" Mikael was restless. He was eager to know more about Mr. Yu. I ended the call. A moment later, Denise called back. I turned on the loudspeaker so Mikael could hear his secretary. I placed the phone back on the dashboard.

While they were talking, I couldn't help but think. What if Mikael saw her? What if I wasn't here? What if I wasn't the one who answered the video call? What if it wasn't the first time Denise called wearing something like that? There were lots of what-ifs. When did I start feeling so insecure because of another woman? No! Mikael loves me; he's going to marry me! If he were to be tempted by another woman, it would have happened already. I'm probably just paranoid, overthinking things that are unlikely to happen.

After Mikael and Denise finished talking, I remained silent. My hands were in my lap, playing with my fingers, staring out the window. Mikael got my attention by clasping my hand again. I looked at him, his face even happier because of Denise's news. His eyes were still on the road.

"Wish me luck tomorrow, babe. This is for our future, for our soon-to-be family." He smiled as he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it again. My worries were replaced with a smile. How could I doubt his love and loyalty to our relationship? I dismissed my troubling thoughts. That girl is not worth starting a fight over. I know my worth, and I trust our love for each other.

His POV

AGAIN, I was so exhausted with the pile of documents that my trainer wanted me to read. I think I'm going crazy. It's late at night, yet I'm still in the office, finishing the report Daddy asked for. I need a break! I need to call someone to ease the stress I’m feeling right now. I reached for my phone and dialed Gly's number. On the second ring, she picked up.

“Baby, why?” Her sweet voice always makes me feel so calm. I leaned back in my recliner chair.

"I'm so tired. I'm so f*****g tired, baby . . ." I was like a child complaining to his mother.

"It was supposed to be fun. I was supposed to enjoy this whole f*****g thing, but here I am, slowly draining." I rubbed my temples.

"You can do it; of course you can. May I know what you're working on?" I paused for a moment, thinking. Then I thought of my future with her, and I smiled.

"First, for our company and to make my parents feel proud of me and for us, for our future . . ." All my fatigue seemed to disappear. I just needed motivation and someone to remind me why I'm working so hard.

"Aren't those enough reasons for you to keep going?" I could see her smile on the other end.

"Thank you, baby."

"Okay, go back to work then. Break a leg." I had already told her about the report earlier. We were supposed to have dinner tonight, but it was canceled for the nth time because of Daddy's request for a report, and Gly, being the most understanding girlfriend, just nodded.

We talked for a few more minutes before ending the call. I felt energized to work. I was surprised by myself because of the ideas that suddenly came to mind. I smiled when I clicked the save button for the final draft. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes for a moment but quickly opened them when someone knocked on my office door.

I took my phone from the desk. I checked the time; it was quarter to eleven in the evening. I frowned. Was there anyone else working at this hour besides me? My secretary had already gone home, so I didn't know who the visitor was.

Still, I allowed them in, and I stood up straight when Gly appeared at the door. She was wearing a coat, covering what she had underneath. She walked inside and locked the door. She stood in front of me. She was seductively staring at me as she slowly untied her coat, making me thrilled, and then she took it off in front of me. I swallowed hard when I saw her in lingerie. It was see-through red gown lingerie and a tiny red lace panty.

"f**k!" I silently whispered when I felt my guy down there sensitized. I couldn't resist anymore. I took big steps toward her. I aggressively grabbed her by the nape and kissed her boldly. She responded. I carried her,

She automatically crossed her legs behind my hips. I swept everything off my desk with one arm, scattering items across the carpeted floor, but I didn't care. I placed Gly on the desk, positioning myself between her legs. I kissed her neck, then moved down. I ripped off her lingerie, groping her ample breasts, licking and sucking on her erect n*****s.

"Aaahh, baby . . ." she moaned. I kissed her further down, tearing off her lace panties. I began licking her center; she smelled so intoxicating as always. I played with her c******s with my tongue. She couldn't help but arch her body and moan my name over and over. I felt her grip my hair, so I licked her core even harder. I inserted two fingers, moving them rapidly until she reached her first orgasm.

I started to unbuckle my belt, but Gly stood up. She stepped off the desk and knelt in front of me. She continued unbuckling my belt, lowering my zipper, and unbuttoning my pants. She pulled them down along with my boxers. My buddy sprang free—long, thick, and hard. Gly grasped it, moving her hand up and down before taking it into her mouth. I cursed softly when I felt her warm mouth envelop me. As she started bobbing up and down, I tilted my head back, groaning from the pleasure. Half of my buddy was in her mouth while her hand worked on the rest. She tried to deep-throat, but I was too long and big; she choked. I grabbed a handful of her hair, careful not to hurt her. She licked the tip before taking me into her mouth again, moving her hand simultaneously.

After a while, I lifted Gly, turned her around, and spread her legs apart. I let her bend over; she held onto the edge of my desk. I took her from behind. She moaned. I started to move, thrusting faster. From behind, I reached around to knead her breasts. I kissed her back, biting gently while thrusting hard. I briefly pulled out, turned her to face me, and laid her back on the desk. I spread her legs wide, inserted myself again, and f****d her hard. She liked it rough; she sat up a bit to kiss me. I leaned down to meet her lips. I thrust harder and faster until we both reached the peak of our pleasure.