Lev's POV
Me and Mr. Foster are our way to his company. Mr. Foster was focused on driving and I am here, struggling to poke the hole of my strawberry milk. I can't poke it properly because the straw is bot that though to poke the hole. Mr. Foster suddenly stopped the car, I thought there is a problem. But, he grabbed the milk from me, and the one who poked it for me. He smiled at me and patted my head.
“You are welcome,” Mr. Foster uttered to me and continue driving the car.
“Tss. Stop treating me like a kid, Mr. Foster,” I said to him. “I can do it,” I added.
He simply smirked at me and completely drive. He also bought me breakfast on an expensive bakery. The moment I opened the bag, I can smell the freshness of the bed. No wonder it's expensive, it is so good. It feels like I am on France. I grabbed one bread and ate it. It's so good, especially with a milk on it.
“Good, right?” Mr. Foster asked to me.
I completely nodded at him. He took a bite of my bread. He simply nodded his head with a bland face. Mr. Foster was simply driving, and I am here eating like a hungry kid. It was fun meeting the other family of Mr. Foster, all of them looks so nice. I also remembered the Xhayvlon Moon Dance. It is really true, I thought I just messed up the dance, but Zheke isn't my forever, but the mysterious guy which is Mr. Foster. Kinda excited to tell this to Charlotte.
“Lev,” Mr. Foster called to me. “Can you call, Uncle Grey on my phone. Tell him, I left my other wallet on the guestroom,” he said to me.
I completely nodded at him. I grabbed his phone on his pockets and started to find his Uncle's Grey number. Uncle Grey immediately picked up the call.
“What's up, Ken?” Uncle Grey uttered on the other side of the phone.
“It's me Lev,” I uttered to him.
I was simply waiting for his response and Mr. Foster kept peeking at me.
“Oh, Hola Lev. What's with the call? You want a substitute for Ken? I am here though?” His Uncle Grey uttered.
I was stunned on what Uncle Grey said. I don't know if he is being serious or not. I looked at Mr. Foster and he has a frown face while driving. He is really a possessive man. Mr. Foster kept peeking at me.
“No, no, no,” I uttered. “Mr. Foster left his wallet on rue room we slept. Maybe we can pick it up later on our way home.
“I'll be on his place later. I can bring it,” he said.
“Oh, okay. Bye, and thank you,” I uttered to him.
I ended up the call, and there is still a frown face on Mr. Foster's face. I gave it to him, and he put it on his pockets. Mr. Foster looked at me with a bland and serious face. I felt that he is being jealous.
“He is just joking Mr. Foster,” I uttered to him.
“Tss. I know, I don't want my boy receiving those words,” Mr. Foster responded to me.
Mr. Foster is such a sweet guy. He doesn't want me to feel uncomfortable. I looked at Mr. Foster and smiled at him. He gazed at me and simply smirked with a small smile. I hold on his arms and leaned on it. He give me a nice sweet kissed in the forehead. I stayed on that position until we reached his company. Mr. Foster stopped on the entrance of the company. Both of us immediately went out. Mr. Foster gave the keys to one of the staff, so the car would be parked. We proceeded inside of the company, as usual they were greeting us. Both of us entered the elevator.
“How about a little kiss my wife to get my day better?” Mr. Foster uttered to me. “To boost up my day?” he added.
“Why? The thing we did earlier, isn't enough?” I asked to him.
Mr. Foster looked at me with a teasing smile, “No wife. It's not enough,” he responded to me.
I was stunned on what he responded to me. Mr. Foster is really a wild man. I swallowed my own saliva and looked at him. He simply looked at me with a teasing small smile. I took a kneel and gave Mr. Foster a sweet peck on the cheeks. I immediately ended the kiss. Mr. Foster doesn't look satisfied with the kiss I give it to him.
“Fine. I'll do it,” Mr. Foster uttered with a deep sigh. “My little prince is shy,” Mr. Foster added and pinched both of my cheeks.
Mr. Foster took a little bend to reach me and suddenly gave me a kiss in the lips without any warning to me. I was simply closing my eyes, and mesmerising his soft lips touching mine. Mr. Foster ended the kiss after several seconds, with a great smile on my face. Mr. Foster hold on my shoulders and pulled me close to him. The both of us went out of the elevator and proceeded on his office. I immediately go to my desk. I have a lots of work to do. Mr. Foster looked at me with a pissed face.
“Tss. No need to worry about work my wife. I can do it,” Mr. Foster uttered. “I know you are tired. Just rest. I can do it for you, my love,” he added.
“Don't worry about me, Mr. Foster,” I said to him. “I can do it. After all, I'm still your secretary. And marrying you would not make me less your assistant,” I added to him.
He simply gave me a smirked. I proceeded on opening my tab, and I have a lots or work to do. I have been resting for several days, and it's time to get my butt of on a bed. Mr. Foster was simply looking at me while I am working. He has this serious looks that makes someone scared. Even though, he is writing something, his eyes are still on me. I can't properly focus, because I kept peeking at him and ended up looking at each other.
Mr. Foster suddenly went out of his office with a bad mood. I don't know where he is going, I don't have time to follow him because I have too many works to be done. I completely shook my head and sighed.
I know I am stubborn but, I also need to work. I am really embarrassed when Mr. Foster is the one who are making my supposed to be works. I will let Mr. Foster head cool down for now. He needs a proper rest. Half of the hour passed, but he isn't back yet. I started to feel worry about him. I can't properly think because I am worried for him. He hasn't comeback. I can't focus properly, what if something bad happen to him? I hope not. I started to wait more patiently, maybe he was just doing something or talking to Mr. Brahms.
“Where is he?” I asked to myself.
I decided that I need to look around for him. I fixed and cleaned my table before going. Mr. Foster never act like this way. Maybe he is just concern about me? Knowing that I am tired on what we dis last night. I should not be stubborn to Mr. Foster, especially he easily pissed off. I went out on his office and started to find him. I am on my way to Mr. Brahms office to check if he is there. The moment I peek on the visible glass, he isn't there. Just Mr. Brahms and Charlotte casually talking. I'm about to leave when Charlotte suddenly saw me.
“Lev,” she called to me.
I Immediately turned to her. She went out on his her cousin's office.
“What are you doing?” she asked to me. “Is there a problem?” she added.
I simply shook my head at her and smiled, “Not at all,” I responded to her. “I'm going back. See you around Sev,” I uttered to her.
She was about to say a word. But I immediately turned back. I don't want them to know we had a little beef with each other. I also don't want them to ask if they saw Mr. Foster because they might think we had really a beef. I started to find Mr. Foster around the floor. Maybe he is in the other floor? I started to checked him all around the building but there is no Mr. Foster even his shadows.
“Fuck, where is he?” I asked to myself again.
I started to asked people if they saw Mr. Foster, but their answer is always the same, they haven't seen him. I started to looked more closely. He would not go outside of the building right. I started to think where can he possibly go to cool off his head. I approached the guards.
“Have you seen, Mr. Foster?” I asked to the both of them.
“We are sorry, Sir Lev. We haven't. We also didn't saw him go outside because we are in the middle of our break,” he explained.
“Oh. Thank you.”
And I remembered that the building has a rooof top and empty floors and rooms. I decided to go back on the top and checked every empty floors. But he isn't there. I have high hopes on the rooftop, I can't stop being anxious while riding the elevator. The moment, I reached the top and I was weaken on what I saw.
