Anna Rose Valez
Days came, I tried hard not to break down. He's fun and all. Like he had changed few things. I try to be more reserved than I am. I serve him well and he did double my allowance and salary. I might start looking for a nice apartment.
I walk with him during day and afternoon and he's good at recovering well. Colt was always with us like guarding him since he had selective amnesia, and if few boards know about it, he might jeopardize his position because of what happened to him.
"Did you try to put makeup on?" he interrupted since the door on our joined room is open for him. He's already wearing his tuxedo pants. Still, he is willed-built and very much good looking.
"I'm trying, Mr. Cabello." Instead of rolling my hair, I curl it and let it falls down my breasts. I fix my brows and then put mascara then dark lipstick that is suitable for my burgundy cocktail dress.
I walk toward him, he's still standing on the door frame waiting for me to give his clothes. I put the shirt on and started buttoning it. He unbuckled his belt. I turn back while he is tucking it in. I pick the coat and now he is buckling his pants and I help him fixed it. I hang the coat on the rail and put the raven color bowtie. Fixing the collar and bowtie, I put his cufflinks and next was his coat.
"You'll make a good housewife."
"I don't plan to be a housewife."
"Too bad, I wanted to hire you." He smug. I fixed his hair next. I always wanted to kiss him. These past few weeks, I've been restraining myself.
"Then, I guess I have to put an advertisement on. Give details about qualifications."
"I wanted you. Yet you are overqualified." That just makes me laugh. I never see myself as a housewife but an executive employee. We stare at each other's eyes and I suddenly feel like Warren knew me too well. His eyes burn to me. He scooped my cheek. I wanted to feel him again.
A knock interrupted us and I look away before his lips brush on my lips or my skin. I stepped back and walk toward the door and open it. Colt came in with a flower in his hand. He gave it to me and I thank him. I put it on the vase nearby and went to my room to take my sling bag that contains Warren's pills, my tablet and phone, and few cosmetics.
"Let's go?" Colt asked giving a crane to Warren. "Man, you will look old here."
"Shut up, Colt." He turned to me. I closed the lights and double-check the door then I strode to them. "Anna, take my arm."
"Sir, I have to do some checking. I am sure that Sir Colt is here to hold your arm. Right, Mr. Watson?"
"Y-yeah. But you can just—"
"I'll be waiting on the elevator." I press the button waiting for them and then it dings open. I let them stepped in first and then I stepped in and hit the ground floor. But someone catches up to enter and he smiled at me and I nodded.
"You new here?" he asked on his northern American accent.
"Yes."
"I'm Trey." He extended his hand to me. I take his offer and smile at him in very businesslike.
"Anna." He squeezed my hand and I gently pull it out.
"Catch you later?" Oh, he's asking for another meeting and probably propositioning.
"Maybe not," Warren told. "Don't hook up on my assistant. She's not interested in anyone." I suddenly wanted to smile and hate him at the same time. Colt cleared his throat and get in between me and Trey. "Is our valet outside?" I pull out my phone to find Valet's message.
"Yes. Already waiting."
"You already have the list of persons that I met these past few months?" Warren sound so businesslike tycoon.
"Yes, boss. Already." The elevator dings and I reach his other arm and help him out.
We reach the garden of the castle where Colt and Warren are invited to the big event. Lots of investors, business associates, and Global competitors are here. I fixed their coats, hair, and then their bowties. Colt thank me and Warren stare down at my chest.
"Where are you looking?" I mutter to him.
"Your chests, wondering how big it is when it's bare." He utter back. Colt excuse himself because of the phone call. Good thing that he didn't hear what he said. "Tell me the exact description of it." That sent electric waves on me, making my nipples hard and it tightens.
"Sir, it isn't appropriate to blurt something like that to your employee."
"We are alone."
"We aren't." I ready my tablet.
"Shall we?" Colt stood between us and then I stepped a bit back from them as they enter the red carpet of the mansion. Lots of people greet them and I mutter on the earpiece that Colt provided me while Warren is wearing an earbud.
We met a few people and someone caught my eye. A bodyguard of a tycoon. I look away and three tall males stood behind us. They nodded at me and show their IDs. Colt glance at me and nodded. They are bodyguards that Colt asked for.
I take a glass of champagne and take a sip on it. I mutter to Warren about the upcoming man that he met two months ago. I feel so tired with these heels that I am wearing. Damn it. Few secretaries are wearing office attire, very much formal in black and pencil skirts. Was I the only one wearing a gown?
"You hungry?" Warren asked.
"I'm fine. Do you want me to get something for you?"
"No. I wanted to leave but, you see, I have to grab a lot of opportunities tonight."
I glance at my smartwatch. Time for his pills.
"You need to drink your pills, Sir." He waved at me to the bathroom. I followed him and I took a glass of water from the passing waiter. He stops in front of the men's room and I lend him the glass of water and pull out the medicine from my bag and open it. I give three different pills on his palm and he took it all and chew it and then drink the water.
"You didn't swap it to rape drugs, did you?" he kid.
"If I did, you would be thrilled."
He laughed and lean on the wall.
"You are a great assistant. This is maybe the reason why I hired."
"Maybe you are too fond of me that I am a Magna Cum Laude." His eyes widen.
"That's surprising. Why didn't you take a business course?"
"Office Administration is part of a business course." He nodded. Two bodyguards are standing just a few paces away from us.
I sat down as we listen to different things and whatever they are funding. I can see that Warren is getting drowsy because of the pill. So I ask Colt to cover us. Three bodyguards trailed behind us as I took Warren to the sedan. He sighed in relief and he removed his bowtie and started unbuttoning his shirt.
It's an hour's drive back to our hotel. So I move close to him and lend my shoulder. His mint and citrus scent caught my nose and I inhale on his scent. He held my hand and sleep. He muttered something and I try to get hold of myself from crying. I am in love with this man, even though he doesn't have his memories of us.
We stopped in front of the hotel and I wake him up. I got out and helped him until he is leaning on me. Two bodyguards helped me until to his bed. I dismiss them and they give me one of their calling cards. The broader and tallest one of them was an English man, named Harry. Francis Baron, one of Warren's friend hired him.
I help him remove his clothes once the bodyguards after checking the whole suite for me. Warren moans as I removed his clothes leaving his boxers. I look at it. It was big and very much looking aroused. I try to ignore it and then cover the duvet to him.
"Anna,"
"You need anything before I retire to my room?"
"Can I have a good night kiss?"
"No, Sir. That's very inappropriate." He pulled me into a big hug and shove his face on the crook of my neck. His hot breathing scorching through my body, waking me more. I gently pushed him and told him to sleep. Then I went to my room, to my bathroom. I hold my chest where my heart is beating crazily.
Once that I am settled into my PJs. I crawl to my bed and hug the pillow to comfort me tonight. I heard footsteps, maybe walking half straight. I felt the bed waves that it startles me and I sat up finding him sitting on my bed. He pulled the duvet and move to me, slowly wincing on the pain that he's making to his leg.
"What are you doing?"
"I need you." His voice low and deep, enough to make my whole body responded.
"No." I insisted. He looked down on my chest and I cover it.
"It's wet." He noted. It kind of feels wet and when I look down, the chest is wet, milk seemed to drip off from my nipples. I research about it and it's called galactorrhea. I was still a virgin when I noticed it. It was the moment when he took my virginity and suck all of it. Spontaneous lactation.
"None of your business." I turn on the lights and was about to leave when he squeezed my elbow.
"I can help to remove a few of your milk."
"How do you even know that it's milk?"
"You got gorgeous big breast and that woman that has never been pregnant may produce milk. Or maybe you are pregnant but you seemed not."
"I'm not." I utter. I don't even know if I'm pregnant. I don't want to know. I just don't worry too much about our conceiving after what happened to him.
He pulled me down, making me fall on my pillows. He gets in between me, still with our clothes. He started unbuttoning my PJ top. His hungry eyes gaze around my globes and he took both of it on his big hot hands, squeezing it. I watch as milk jittered on my chest and his hand. Burning sensation makes me wet and makes my nipple harden as it kept dripping. He took the right one to his mouth and started sucking it.
"Ahhh," I hold his hand, fisting his hair that covers almost his nape and his earlobe. The sound of sucking makes me more aroused. Makes me feel so good again. He took the other one to his mouth as his other hand started squeezing the other. Both had given a lot of attention.