Armaan
I told her receptionist that I was her fiancée. And she let me in. What the f**k man? What type of receptionist does that without knowing my identity? She is letting me in. She has to go. Anyone can enter like this in her office. Her security is s**t. I have to take care of it.
When I reached her office door, her secretary wasn't there, like is god smiling on me today or what? But I have to look into this matter too. Her safety comes first.
I knocked on her cabin door and heard a faint come in its like she is deeply immersed in her work so I entered her cabin and closed the door silently behind me and stood leaning on it. My eyes trailed all over her face, drinking her in.
I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with her vanilla scent that's always following her around. She hasn
