Missed Me? (Albert Wesker X Reader) [Basically Abandoned <,3]

XV. Inner curiosity and jealousy

The night passed quicker than usually or atleast it felt like it. I still wasn't that sure what to think about the situation from the night before I had with the handsome man laying next to me who looks so as peaceful as a cat sleeping next to its mother. Not to forget he was also holding me tight all night long. It's as if he missed me and doesn't want to ever let me go again. Comes over a little weird but I honestly enjoy the company. It's the most valuable thing you can get nowadays apart from something to drink and eat.

First now I realised too that I've been thinking of this almost all night long. I barely got any sleep apart from maybe two and a half hours from the exhaustion of our naughty beings. It made my face turn red just thinking back of the situation, but I also doesn't let a cheeky smile slide.

I came to notice Wesker was starting to get mobile in his sleep. After shifting from position to position, he also came to open his eyes, letting his gaze immediately fall on my because of him bruised body. Now he's the one having the cheeky smirk on his lips, leaving me to let out a gentle scoff. I'm not sure, if it's normal for him to be looking specifically this tired in the morning, but came to the conclusion to just let it pass for now and let him get ready before I would be judging him too early. He lifted himself up slowly for a good morning stretch with a following yawn.

"Let's keep this our little secret, alright?" He almost growled in his raspy morning voice. I nodded full with confidence that this whole 'secret' thing won't be staying for too long and this would develop into something more serious sooner or later. After I gave him the reassurance he needed, he placed his lips onto mine as a small thanks. Even tho it might have not holden for that long, it was still passionate enough to be accepted as a little gift of his. He lifted himself up completely now to be able to stand and get his clothing back on. I was already able to think of why he didn't want to stay for any longer and if honest, I also didn't take the bother to mind.

Before he made himself on the way for his duty, he fixed his hair a little with caressing it back but that man surely needs hair spray to even let that stay on command without any strands of hair falling back to the front. Even tho it would suit him better, I guess he prefers it just smooth. He gave me one last glance of his smile before he left. And with that, I once again let some time pass while just thinking of that sweet guy.

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Some time already had passed since I left my room to help other scientists with things like cleaning up their work places or sorting some things back for them when they trusted me well enough to let me stay for things like that. Even tho one of them doesn't trust me that much in particular, he still let me stay. And who else than William Birkin himself should that have been? He'd been sceptical with me for probably over two hours, but eventually came along with the fact of my company assisting him in most of his work. Shame for me that I wasn't too good in chemistry and physics back in school. I got my good grades in them, yeah, but I barely kept any of what they teached. For that I have atleast some other strengths.

" Y/N, how about you put these pipettes back and then we get ourselves a break, how does that sound?" He asked me in a somewhat stern tone. I agreed to his suggestion and quickly got to what he asked me to do. We went out for a small walk in the hallways of the lab, and It feels good after just sitting and standing around this whole time. We talked about some of our interest that weren't too special like which music we enjoy or what food we enjoy the most, so the walk wouldn't be too silent and boring.

"Uhh, William? Say.. was Albert ever in love before? I'm just a little curious, because he always gives this dry kind of energy, you know?" I kind of lied. Well he may be dry to others, but not to me as we saw yesterday. I still have to lie tho to make it sound a bit more realistic before he would suspect anything wrong.

"Not that I would know. Wesker doesn't share a lot about himself here. Maybe you can try and ask him yourself, but I doubt that he'll give you any answers to these questions." He gave back as he continued walking down the halls with me.

I thought about it for a moment. I didn't want to ask him myself in particular, but I guess if my curiosity would be getting ahead of me, I would see myself forced to. And if he probably would share it with me, he also wouldn't want me to tell anyone else as I know him for now. To be honest, I'm also a little surprised I haven't heard from him all day. Neither Excella, who I would have expected to whine into my ears that I should keep away from 'her' sweet Albie like the last time.

Just as I thought of the devil, she came to shine with her usual dress code. Her beige dress and her hair up in a bun just like how we first met. At this point I was asking myself if she even had other clothing to wear? As we shared each other death stare glances, a cold hand suddenly placed itself on my shoulder. I twitched almost immediately, of course turning around to who just decided to scare the heck out of me.

"Easily startled just as you always have been. Now don't start the morning with a bad mood and get to something else than making others uncomfortable, including yourself, now will you?" was what I heard from the tall man behind me with his sunglasses and slicked back blonde hair. He tried to tell me that in a cold and almost irritated tone but I knew deep inside he didn't mean it that way. His hand slowly slipped down from me while I kept looking at him.

"Could we talk later?" I simply asked. Wesker nodded with some hesitation and gave me a certain time when I should visit him if it was that important. Without even further or do, he immediately went over to Excella to catch her with him so they could make their way somewhere else. The last thing I saw of the two was her turning around to show me her tongue, including her middle finger as she clinged onto him. Sometimes I would just love to kill this woman for just being the way she is, but I got tough to be smarter than just acting with violence.

One day or another, I might just do it anyway.