𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕊. 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕𝕪 - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕕 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤

Housekeeping pt.3

It was 12:03 am.

"That's the last of everything, Mr. Kennedy." I huffed at the last bags we brought in together got placed.

"Leon. My named is Leon. Don't call me Mr. Kennedy, Y/N." He said with a light smile.

I nodded my head.

"Why didn't you tell me this before? I work for the government. I could of had him in a cell as soon as you told me." He shared a dissappointented look.

"You are my boss, Leon. I didn't want to seem unprofessinal and I know your missions stress you out enough. I didn't want you worrying about me while you were in a random country."

He seemed shocked by my answer. "You are my employee. You work your ass of for me. Why would I not care? I worry about you regardless." He finished.

I tilted my head towards him. "He could've killed you one day if you didn't tell anyone." Leon said to me.

I walked to him giving him a hug that I always wished to do. I felt his hardcore abs on my chest, I loved it.

"I need to call my friend now." I said releasing him.

"Why?" He said, waiting to know.

"To see if she can have me move in." I looked at him.

"No! I mean, I want you to live here with me, Y/N." He told me.

"Leon thats really nice of you but, I am your housekeeper. I don't have money for rent without a job." I said shaking my head and smirking.

" I know. But, that's not what I meant Y/N. I want you to move in. You don't have to be my housekeeper anymore and you don't have to pay rent." Leon sat down on the couch next to me, begging for me to stay.

"FIne." I put down my phone. "I will stay."

Leon smiled. He ran to get some alcohol.

"I haven't drank in years."

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I wake up in a bed that looks all too familiar.

FUCK!

It was Leon's bed. Do not even tell me we did it.

I had on one of his shirts. NOT a good sign.

He was in the shower.

I walked down stairs and decided to cook him something for breakfast. The classic, bacon, eggs, toast, with a glass of orange juice.

As I am finishing the plates I hear him walk down the stairs.

"Wow, you cooked this?" 

"Yeah."

He sat down ready to eat, in only a towel. GODDAMN was he FINE!

"Hey, Leon" I sat down as I began. "Did we fu-"

"No, I wouldn't let myself. You weren't in a good position." Leon explained

I gave myself a minute to comprehend that. "Did I say anything?"

"Yes, you confessed your love to me and kept on calling me your pookie bear."

"DAMMIT" I smacked my head.

"Can I tell you something? Since I am assuming you don't remember it?"

"Yes, Leon." I said knowing it was going to be embarrassing.

"You said things that I have never heard another girl say. You mention how you loved the way I breath, the way my hair moves, and the way my butt looks in my dress pants." We giggled for a second. "You said that the way I treated you was different. You said you felt safe and protected when you are here. You also mentioned something about masturbating on my couch?" My eyes got big. "I didn't really believe that on though."

"Yea, I don't know what I was talking about." I swatted my hand to him lying to his face. I couldn't even look at that damn couch anymore.

"I loved hearing that from you. Nobody has stayed once they saw the way I live and how I act. I am not going to lie to you, Y/N. I hired you because I thought you looked beautiful. I wanted to see you every single day. I wanted nothing more to be with you. The other ones always came on me first. They just wanted money and to sleep with me. You were loyal to Donny, you didn't drink my alcohol and get drunk and try to fuck me. You were thankful for everything I gave you and that made me- fall in love with you."

I looked at him wondering how a guy with so much pain can love so strongly. I got up and grabbed my ex boss's face and kissed his soft lips.

He picked me up and walked me to his room up stairs. I knew damn well this was the best sex I was gonna have.

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Words: 730

Date: Jul 25, 2023