Her Assistant

[22] Phil/Chloe

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2 a.m.

Under the same sheet.

After making love.

Phil's head lay on her chest as he slept like a baby. Chloe's hand ran through his dark brown hair, gently stroking it as she was smiling by seeing him in solace. Confessing that she loves him was abrupt and still surreal to her. She thought that she would never ever try to be with him again. Now, she's decided to have a clandestine relationship with Phil Connor.

His arm laced over her belly and he muttered in his sleep, "I love you, Chloe."

A smile traced her lips, and she whispered in response, "I love you more than you know, Phil."

The best feeling in the morning is waking up next to your love one, whose arms wrapped around you and that just made you feel secured.

"Good morning, baby," Phil grinned down at her, pulling her closer to him. "Did you sleep well?"

She nodded, biting her lip as she sat on his thighs then leaned down to him. "But... I'm a bit sore," she complained, rubbing her hands on his muscular chest. God, he's fucking hot, she thought.

"I'm sorry, I only wanted to give you the best night ever," he chuckled, placing his hands on her waist. His shirt definitely looks good on Chloe --and sexy because her breasts are slightly exposed-- he seeks to see more this in the future, perhaps even if they get married someday.

"Shall I pay you for that, Mr. Connor?" She teased, leaning down to his face and pouting her lips.

"Those rumors in college are not true, Chloe," he sternly replied, gazing into her chocolate brown orbs. He was rumored to be a male escort, his friend spread it around as a prank he did to him.

"Sure," she giggled then kissed him passionately so that he wouldn't respond. A wave of heat rushed down to her body as they made out.

Phil broke the kiss, "Shall we?"

"No, I just want to rest for a minute," she laid her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. His heart's rhythm was music to her ears, she loved every beat, and that made her blush and smile at the same time.

"I'm glad we're finally together," he said, embracing her small frame.

"Me too," she purred, contented in her position. "I wish we could stay like this forever." It was a dream come true to be with him, it was something she really prayed for.

Phil grinned stroking her long ebony hair, "We will, and I'll make sure that nothing is gonna break us."

His presence, his loving presence made her forger all her problems. It was a paradise of her own, an escape from reality that fed her with conflicts.

"I'm thinking of resigning, Chloe," Phil opened up about the resignation.

Chloe faced him, raising an eyebrow, surprised. "What?"

"I want us to be together,  without anyone judging us, I want to kiss you in public, I want to show to everyone that I am yours," he explained, trying to persuade her.

"Phil, don't," her throat suddenly felt dry, she didn't want him to leave.

He raised a brow, stunned, "Why?"

She sighed, "Don't leave me again in times I need you the most." She wanted to praise him for his contributions to the company and how efficient he is as a personal assistant, but now is not the time for sugarcoating. "You still have responsibilities."