Strictly Business (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Chapter 12

The trip to Mexico had been a whirlwind of stress and exhaustion. As we headed to the airport, my colleagues chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company. But I remained distant, remaining focused on my responsibility and the task ahead. Miguel, ever attentive, tried to help me in any way he could, assisting with bags, flight tickets, and even bringing me food to make sure I didn't skip meals in the midst of my busy schedule.

On the plane, while my colleagues relaxed and engaged in light conversation, I buried myself in work, determined to make the most of the flight time. My laptop became an extension of my arm as I worked diligently on last-minute preparations for the upcoming meetings. Miguel observed me with concern, understanding the immense pressure I was under.

Upon arriving in Mexico, we split up into pairs to head to our respective hotels. My colleagues went to the hotel provided by the company, while Miguel and I were given a better-quality hotel, acknowledging my CEO status and his role as my assistant.

As we reached the hotel, my exhaustion reached its peak. While Miguel went in to check us in, I wearily waited in the cab, feeling the weight of sleepless nights and relentless work hitting me along with jet lag. Soon, I received a call from Miguel, asking me to come inside. I entered the hotel, my nerves on edge, only to learn that there had been a mix-up with the reservation, and there was only one room booked.

"How could this happen?" I snapped, frustration bubbling over.

"I have no idea. I'm 100% sure I booked two rooms but they're telling me only one was reserved." Miguel assured me, and I directed myself toward the receptionist.

I try to sound as calm as possible. "Is there no way that you guys could just add another room under the card?".

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. Unfortunately, all our other rooms are completely booked," she says apologetically.

In a fit of irritation, I say "You know what? I'll just book a different hotel then," and begin to leave.

The receptionist continued to say "Uh... I think you'll find that the other hotels are booked too. Due to it being last minute and because of the season."

Miguel quickly stops me from leaving. "Hey, look, I know it's not the best option but you know you're tired and need to get some sleep. Besides, it's not like we haven't slept together before." he jokes. I look up at him, unimpressed. He clears his throat and continues "Just go up to the room and relax, I'll take care of the rest." He held out his hand, offering one of the key cards. Too tired to argue any further, I begrudgingly accepted, my mind and body yearning for rest.

I made my way to the room, feeling the weariness wash over me. As I entered the room, I couldn't help but scoff at the sight of only one bed.

"Por supuesto," I muttered under my breath, exasperated by yet another inconvenience. Without much energy left, I threw myself onto the bed and closed my eyes. Before I knew it, sleep consumed me, and I drifted off.

By the time Miguel arrived with the bags, he found me fast asleep. A soft smile crossed his lips as he watched me, grateful to see me finally rest. He couldn't help but look at me endearingly. He approached the bed and tried to wake me gently to get me to at least get me to change into more comfortable sleepwear, but I remained undisturbed by his efforts. Deciding not to disturb my rest, Miguel tucked me in, the care in his actions evident as he kissed my forehead.