C.E.O Piggy

⇠I won't say I'm in Love⇢

Christopher couldn't keep his body still shortly after the events. Were he and Blake an item now? They never really spoke of what happened, or what this meant for their work relationship. Christopher accidentally said the words and received the same response from his boss. Then he stuffed him full of pizza to the point his shirt almost couldn't contain his girth. Which turned Christopher on more as well as frustrated him he couldn't get the shirt to give. But now he's sitting at his desk, bouncing his leg to the point his desk shook, unable to keep his mind on his work. His thoughts were preoccupied with this week alone he had with Blake.

Half of him was still pissed at the man for taking his Christmas with his family, he rarely saw them at begin with. He still remembers the conversation he had with his mother, the disappointment dripping from her voice. If Christopher was honest with himself, he would probably call his mother and complain about the situation later. A few minutes passed before Christopher exhaled, turned off his computer, grabbed the small list off the desk, pushed out of his chair, and gathered his bag and coat before walking into the kitchen.

Opening the fridge Christopher juggled the three containers worth of the assortment of treats, he had planned to take with him to his mother's. He was hoping she would give her input about the recipe; his main plan was to perfect the recipe at his mother's and then bring it back to stuff his boss with. But now he had to skip that step, hopefully, Blake wouldn't catch him in this lie. Christopher couldn't imagine what would happen if Blake ever learned the truth, would he be pissed? Would he fire him? The thought caused Christopher to shudder.

Closing the fridge with his hip, Christopher walked over to the elevator. Keeping his eyes down on the ground while his co-workers stared as they passed. "What's all that?" I questioned appearing next to Christopher, causing him to gasp.

"S-Stuff for my parents was going to bring them with me. But now I have no use for it." Christopher stammered, regaining his breathing.

"You can mail it." I pointed out, arching an eyebrow.

"I don't want to risk them going bad on the way. Or my parents getting sick from it." He argued.

"Whatever. Guess you can bring them to my house." I said, rolling my eyes. As we walked down the stairwell Christopher's eyes wandered down to my stomach. His thoughts went back to a few hours prior. My stomach stretched the buttons of my white button-up, while my slacks dug into the plump flesh leaving harsh red marks. A tiny sliver of stretch marks showed if I moved right.

"Are you hearing anything I said!?" I shouted, breaking Christopher out of his train of thought.

"N-no sir, sorry." He apologized.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I let out a deep sigh. "I said, we'll get some dinner then I wanted you to organize yesterday's meeting notes and files," I repeated.

"What do you want for dinner, sir?" Christopher grunted.

"I'll give you my card and you can decide," I answered, subconsciously scratching the side of my stomach.

"We should also stop at the store too, as well as my apartment. The weather report says to expect a blizzard." Christopher said waving his phone in the air.

"Fine, but you're driving." I breathed, tossing the keys toward him. Catching the keys mid-air,

Christopher unlocked the car doors, buckling up, before driving into town. They drove for what felt like hours before Christopher noticed a small Chinese restaurant. Parking the car quickly, unbuckling, I tugged at my wallet in my pocket, grunting softly. Christopher watched my belly shake softly, biting his lower lip. Once freed, I let out a shaky breath pulling my card from the wallet and then holding it out.