In-between
1355 Words
Ingrid
My stomach growls, and I know it's due to hunger. I stand up from his thigh, deliberately slow, before moving to the pile of files to get it done, stopping here today because he's not worth me starving myself.
The earlier I get the work done, the faster I can leave, but my eyes peek to see him cussing while standing up and heading to the chamber in his office. My eyes linger on the door as he shuts it, knowing he is aroused but won't indulge it.
A lot of ladies he must have been exposed to, and he's liable to have his fun and get it over with, but then that's not what I want.
Cooper Mercer, I want you to become so addicted that you will lose your mind thinking only of me. Time flies by, and he hasn't come out, and with how fast I am with this work, I'm also rounding up.
His phone rings out, but he doesn't pay attention as he walks out just as I dust my hands, done with the last files and ready to leave.
"I will be going now, sir. Do you need anything?" I ask in a polite manner.
My phone rings.
Ring, ring.
It's Aurelia calling.
"Excuse me, sir." I pick up, waiting on her.
"Is Cooper there? He has refused to pick my calls, and he's not home yet. What's he doing at the office?" She complains.
"Ma'am, I…" My words cut when Cooper closes in on me to adjust my button, which totally skipped my mind. He moves to his desk after that.
"Hello? Are you still there?" Aurelia rants.
"Yes. The workload demands overtime," my words careful.
"Fine… are you still at the office and with Cooper?" She asks.
"Yes, but I'm leaving since I've rounded up my work for the day," I answer.
"Does it seem Cooper is getting ready to leave?" She asks.
My eyes travel to see him relaxed on his chair, busy with his phone and no sign of leaving soon.
"That I can't answer, ma'am. Maybe you can try calling him now to confirm," I suggest.
"I told you I've been calling, but he's not picking, and right now what else can I do if he decides to block me?" She shrills.
Wait… he even blocks her line?? My inner laughter threatens to flow out, but I hold it in while thinking of handling her for now. No wonder she decides to call me as her last resort.
"He's just frustrated, I know, and he would be in a better mood later and unblock me. Go home and leave him there till he turns up at home." Her voice faint, then she hangs up.
My heels click, moving to his side as I wonder if he's not hungry at the moment. My eyes fall on his well-structured jaw and unique features. He looks so out of reach, just sitting on the chair so aloof.
"Mr. Cooper, do you want something to eat before I leave? Or do you want me to escort you to your car?" I ask.
"Is that part of your duty?" He continues to press his phone.
My lips tighten, but basics, yes… but I need to make him see me reliable for everything he needs too.
"If you don't want, then I'm leaving." I turn, making my way out, but then a towering figure swiftly walks past me with long strides as he takes a pause before me.
"I will drop you off. Get my coat," he murmurs and walks off with a hand tucked into his pocket.
I take his briefcase, coat, and pick his phone, following behind.
My hands typing on my phone as I reply to Richard’s messages of him looking forward to seeing me at the office tomorrow with a silly emoji.
He's persistently asking if I had anything else to eat since earlier in the day, and I replied no, and he hasn't replied.
My phone rings.
Ring, ring.
The elevator dings as we step into the last floor. The company is silent as everyone left already except for the janitors.
"Hi," I answer, waiting for his reply.
"I'm outside the company. You're the only one working overtime?" He asks.
"You are? No, my boss is also with me," I reply just as we step out, and I could spot Richard standing beside his car.
"Seen you." I hang up.
I turn to Cooper. "Sir, I will not be bothering you because my husband is here to pick me up."
Cooper's eyes lower to his briefcase, coat, and phone I hand over, but he doesn't immediately reach to collect it.
"Where's your car? I will just drop it inside…" but he ignores me as Richard walks forward.
"Honey…" Richard sneaks a hand to my shoulder and a peck on my cheeks.
I relax into his hold, my cheeks turn crimson, then take a step back, doing the introduction.
"This is Richard, my husband, sir, and Richard, this is Mr. Cooper, my boss."
"Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Cooper, earlier than anticipated for tomorrow meeting. CEO of Richgrid Security and Tech." His hand holds out for a shake.
"I see," Cooper says flatly, ignoring him. "Bring it to the backseat." He stares at me, then clicks his car keys to start the car, walking off.
I exchange glances with Richard, looking smug, and wink before doing what Cooper demands, and as soon as he enters his car, he zooms off completely.
I couldn't hold it in anymore. I smile widely, knowing the first stage is making a man jealous after making your move on him, which means he is becoming flexible.
"Just have to be careful. He's not that easy to fool," Richard mentions.
"But then he got riled seeing I introduced you as my husband, and to think it's my first day." My hands rub on my shoulder due to the wind.
A warm suit drapes on me. I turn slowly to see Richard, the warmth from it spreading through my body. "Let's take a walk."
"But you brought your car?" I raise a brow.
"We can come back after finding a restaurant to eat. You're not taking care of your health," he scolds.
"It's not intentional. The day dragged by, and before I knew it, it's night, and I got hungry and hoping to rush off work and get something to eat." My stomach makes a funny noise.
"Then call me, and I will answer your demands. You know we talked about you not starving yourself?" He softly mentions.
"Yes, sir. I will do as you said and make sure to snap my meals and forward it to you. Are you happy now?" My teasing tone low.
"Of course. Over there, they will serve what you would like." Then he drags me, and we go in together.
I take a seat as Richard moves to the counter to order our meal. He takes so long, but when I think to go check him out, the waitress trails behind him with our meal.
"Here you go. Enjoy, and we will delightfully prepare your orders every day of the week," the waitress curtsies.
"What's that supposed to mean?" My brow raises, but my hands move to pick my spoon to eat.
"I made the reservation for your breakfast, lunch at the office because you will hurry off early in the morning without plans," he casually replies, dismissing the waitress.
My hand pauses with the spoon I'm taking to my mouth, eyes wide open, staring at him.
"You can't do that." My voice skeptical.
"I just did, Ingrid, and you should know by now I won't take no for an answer." He smirks.
"Richard, I know we agreed to this, but you don't have to do the caring part if he's not there to see it." I drop the spoon, looking him straight in the eyes.
He breathes calmly, st
retching and taking my hand on the table.
"Don't tell me you're about to make a confession." I grin as his unreadable eyes watch me.
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