Sir, we've arrived back at the factory." The driver turned into the block and pulled into an empty parking space in front of the factory.
But he didn't move.
"Did you hear?" You tapped his forehead and he frowned, grumbling on about how he did. You looked at the driver and asked for, "my mask, please." Which he reached into the passenger seat beside him and stretched back to hand to you. "I had fun the last three days. Thank you." You went to push the mask onto your face but got your wrist taken and your mask confiscated.
"You're not even gonna pretend to be disappointed? Not even a little bit?"
You twisted your face a little, annoyed, "for what?"
He raised his foot and kicked down to lunge himself up from your lap and into an upright position. He hid the mask behind his back, then waited for the dainty touch of your fingers to find his now opened palm. His hand wrapped comfortably around yours with his thumb stroking across your knuckles.
"I guess I'm the only one wishing I could keep you for at least one day more, my queen." He bowed his head to kiss them. "Still though," my flight. Leaves. In the next. Couple. Of hours." Each pause were the calm kisses trailing from your wrist up your arm, as far as he could take them. "It's business, so there's nothing I can do about it. As soon as I return a few weeks from now, you'll be the first appointment I make before anyone else. I swear."
Your lids lowered a bit, your lips barely tugged toward a sneer. "Aren't you something? You really actually thought I'd miss you so badly that you felt obligated to promise me your company? Have you lost your damn mind?"
Stunned at first, he huffed a chuckle and shook his head down. "No, of course not. Sorry. I know you're not that insecure. At all, in fact. I was merely letting you know what to expect and when to prepare." He tipped his head cutely towards the back of the car, pouting. "Until then, shouldn't I get a temporary parting gift to hold me over?"
"You got one an hour ago."
"I'm asking for a kiss for my safe travels, (Y/n)." He shuffled closer when you flicked your finger for him to come. He automatically tipped his head downward a little, seeing your hand move upward to it.
You gently smoothed his bangs back and out the side of his fluffy locks with a gentle smile and he leaned into your hand like putty. His gaze softened all the more despite you not looking directly back into it. "You know my rule." You shook your head reminding him, "even if it's you, I still won't do it."
"Still no cigar, huh? Even though I'm this close." His expression turned hard as he looked through the rearview mirror. "Bert." They exchanged a look and he nodded back to the trunk.
Bertholdt got out first and went around to pop the trunk where a large silver-colored suitcase and a handful of shopping bags sat. Three from Fendi, two each from Dior and Chanel, and one from Louis Vuitton.
You held out your hand and he placed your mask back in it. As you finished fastening your mask back on, you opened the door and climbed out of the seat. He got out through his door and met you just as you were pulling your large bouquet of roses out of the front seat.
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