Chapter 6: Unbuttoned Truths
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Leticia didn’t sleep that night.
Not because she was confused, her mind was crystal clear.
Paul Wellington had kissed her.
It hadn’t been a casual kiss. It had been intense and possessive like a man trying to memorize her lips because he didn’t know if he’d ever get to taste them again.
She could still feel the imprint of his touch on her waist, the press of his lips, the way he whispered her name like a secret.
What came after?
Nothing. No call, no message, just silence.
By morning, the spell had been broken again.
Still, she walked into Wellington Enterprises like she owned the floor, head high, makeup flawless, lips painted soft pink this time.
If he wanted to play cold again, she’d match him ice for ice.
He was waiting for her at her desk.
Leticia slowed down, surprised to see Paul sitting there like he didn’t belong in the corner office, like he belonged in her orbit.
“You’re back,” he said, standing.
“I thought I was in Marketing this week,” she replied, trying to keep her voice level.
“I made another mistake.”
She raised a brow. “You’re racking up a few lately.”
“I know.”
They stared at each other, the tension thick and unspoken.
“I didn’t sleep,” he said finally. “Last night, I kept thinking about how your lips tasted and how your voice sounds when you say my name.”
Leticia blinked, startled by the vulnerability in his tone.
“I’ve built this life on structure,” Paul continued. “On rules, but with you, everything I’ve kept hidden starts to break through. And part of me wants to run.”
“Then run,” she said softly. “Don’t come back unless you’re ready to choose me without needing a boardroom to approve it.”
He stepped closer, each movement deliberate.
“I don’t want to run anymore.”
Leticia’s heart thundered.
Paul reached for her hand, then guided her silently toward his office.
He locked the door behind them.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice trembling.
He didn’t answer with words. He answered with fingers that gently undid the button at her collar, lips that kissed the space beneath her ear, arms that wrapped around her like he’d waited a lifetime to hold her.
Their mouths met again, this time slower, deeper and hungrier.
Clothes became a blur of fabric and breathless laughter. The sleek desk became their confessional. Her skin learned his name through the brush of his fingertips.
Somewhere between the stolen kisses and whispered promises, Paul slowed, his forehead resting against hers.
“You’re not my assistant anymore,” he said, voice hoarse.
Leticia smiled against his lips. “Was I ever?”
He chuckled, raw and low. “You were always something more.”
They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the chaos of the world paused.
This wasn’t just a moment of weakness.
It was the beginning of something neither of them could control.
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