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"You have a gift package right on your table ma'am" My new secretary, Claire said, handing me a file comprising the summary of my schedule today. She always made my work easy and I don't ever regret making her my secretary.
"Who's it from?" Pushing the general office door, I asked. Antonio wasn't in the office today. That was weird considering the fact that he was always here early.
"It said Mr. R" Claire answered.
Mr. R? Was that his new identity now?
Oh Gerald.
"Thank you. Please do not let anyone into my office until 4 PM because I would love to accomplish something good today" I nodded at her, shutting my door behind me
I said a quick prayer in my heart before starting my day. Smiling at the small pack laying beautifully on my table, I leaned forward to pick the card.
"Keep looking beautiful. Mr. R" Laughing out softly after reading it, I unwrapped the pack.
I was so certain this package was coming from Gerald because he's the only one I know with such sweet mouth.
"Parfait!" I cheered, picking up the cup of parfait. "Ouuu, he still knows my favorite"
Opening it, I made a mental note to call him and thank him for this and also tell him how it made my day.
"Mmm" I threw my head back moaning to the feeling I got when the yogurt melted on my tongue giving me that sour sweet taste I love. "This is so good"
"Is it?" A male voice replied cockily, making me open my eyes I didn't even know was closed.
"Yeah, it is." I smiled, licking my lips just in case there was something on my lips. I didn't want him to use any opportunity to touch me.
I've watched a lot of drama to know those tactics.
"I didn't think you would still like it" Antonio shrugged
"How would you know?" I scoffed. "My husband got this though. I'd love to share but I don't think he'd like that"
His smirk turned into a full blown smile as he looked at me. As if that wasn't enough, he burst into fits of laughter.
What?
Did I say anything funny?
Oh my goodness! Is something on my face?
I raised my hand to touch my face gently. Should I just ask him?
My phone.
"There's nothing on your face, Amoré" He said, his laugh dying down.
"I don't believe you" Picking up my phone, I clicked on camera, checking out my face. He wasn't lying.
"Believe me now?" He raised his eyebrow at me.
"What could've possibly made you laugh then" I frowned, slowly bringing the spoon of parfait to my mouth.
"I'll tell you when you're done having fun with what your husband bought for you" He winked, dragging a seat to himself.
The way he said it made me look at the thing I was eating, skeptically. I was about to bombard myself with "what ifs" but decided against it.
"You were late" I frowned. "That's not a good word ethic, if you ask me"
"Would you pardon me if you hear that I went out of town to get something nice for my wife?"
Like hell I care about his damn marriage.
"You should know how to balance work and relationship. Please try not to come late again" I said, dismissing him by waving my hands.
He wasn't an exception to whatever order I gave to Lena. I didn't want anyone including him, around my office.
"You know I don't regret going out of my way to make my wife happy" He said, his tone serious.
I wasn't even quarreling with him over this so why is he being so serious
Scoffing I said, "I really don't know why you're telling me that. You're a good husband. Kudos!"
"Do you think I'm a good husband?" His eyes lit up in .... Happiness? I couldn't tell.
"Why are we having this discussion? I am not a marriage counselor nor a therapist so please" Emptying my cup of parfait, I dipped my hand into the bag, searching for a serviette. When I found it, I damped it around my lips.
"I should leave you to work then" He smiled standing up
His smile was beginning to irritate me. I just glared at him, waiting for him to leave.
"What are you waiting for? Open the door already" I groaned
"I'm happy I could put a genuine smile on your beautiful face" He said, ignoring the death glare I was throwing at him.
"What do you mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Smile?
"Check the receipt in the bag" He nodded at the bag. I gave him a skeptical look, curiosity gnawed at me. I hurriedly pulled the bag, chucking my hand to search for the receipt.
Antonio Rodriguez
"You... You bought this" I would be lying if I said I wanted to throw out my guts. I didn't want to. I loved every taste of it
Oh my goodness, he watched me eat it cheerfully.
"And you referred to me as your husband" His face lit up in amusement.
"That's... That was because I had a mistaken belief" I defended. Which was the truth
"Still doesn't change anything" He shrugged, turning to open the door.
"What's going on here?" Gerald stood at the door, looking between Antonio and I.
"We were rekindling old flames" Antonio said, winking at me.
Oh no, he didn't.
Standing up, I walked up to Gerald giving Antonio an evil smirk. "Hi husband" I raised my leg, pecking his lips before pulling him inside my office.
"Did you miss me, Baby?" He smiled down at me.
"Can you shut my door on your way out? I'll tell you if I need your help" I smirked at Antonio who stared at him furiously.
What was his problem?
"Enjoy all these while it lasts brother" Antonio said, glaring at Gerald.
"Is that a threat, brother?" Gerald smirked, pulling me into him.
Oh, I was loving this!
"Let's continue from where we stopped later, okay amoré?" Antonio smirked. "Try not to conceal your moan when next you do that okay?"
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