Y/N pov
"Y/N, you really shouldn't go to work today. You are sick," Alessandro tells me.
"I'm fine," I say, sniffing my nose.
"Y/N, your nose is stuffy; you are not fine; you can stay here and..."
"Alessandro, I am fine, and besides, I have an important thing to do at work. My boss didn't like the 6-month honeymoon we had, so now I have to work a lot," I say, interrupting him.
"Yeah, great, just call me if you feel too sick, ok?"
"Ok, yeah, I'll be fine," I say as I get out of the car and close the door.
As soon as the car was out of sight, I let out a throaty cough. I open my handbag and pull out some painkillers and Red Bull. I quickly take them and walk into the building. Today is going to be a long day.
I feel a little guilty about taking six months off for me and Alessandro's honeymoon, even though everyone gets time off and everyone in the company is terrified of Alessandro, so they didn't have much choice but to accept it.
As I stepped into the lift, my thoughts were overwhelmed by my pounding headache, sore throat, and fever. My body feels weak, but I forced myself to continue. I always get sick around the change of seasons, like clockwork.
When I finally made my way into my office after what seemed like an eternity, I looked over at my desk and saw five-meter-high piles of paperwork. I tried my best to ignore my symptoms and concentrate on the task at hand—reading, writing, and signing over those piles of paper.
-Time skip-
Half an hour later
I give up. I am finished. I am physically dead. My body has given up; I can barely move around my office. I am currently lying on the couch in my office, unable to lift my arm above my shoulder. I think I should just play a game on my phone until I can get back to normal.
I had just passed level 100 when suddenly my phone froze.
"Come on!" I yell, shaking my phone until I see it's just a call from Alessandro.
"Hey princess, how are you feeling?" asks Alessandro, his voice somehow soothing the massive headache I have.
"Yeah, fine," I say, holding my breath so I don't cough.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"Yes," I say quickly.
"How was your day?" He asks.
"Yeah, good, just doing some paperwork, and" a loud cough cuts me off.
"Baby, are you sure you are all right?" He asks again, this time with more certainty in his voice.
"Yes, I'm sure," I say before going into a coughing fit.
"That's it; I'm coming to get you. I should have let you go to work; I just hope your body is all right, and we made it worse by pushing it too far."
"What do you mean by 'we'?" I ask.
"Well, you went to work, and I let you." He says this before hanging up.
I sigh in defeat, knowing that it is the best time right now for me to be home. I swear the walls are closing in on me. I pack my things and slowly make my way down the hallway to the lift, quickly closing it before anyone can get in. I walk out the front to see Alessandro stand like he is leaning against the car.
I walk up to him but he doesn't say anything, and my body can't form words
"Let get you to my office so you can relax," he says into my hair.
I try to get into the passenger seat, but Alessandro pulls my waist back.
"Let's get you in the back seat."
"Fine," I mumble quietly, letting him lead me into the car and then lay me down on the back seat.
As soon as I lie down and close my eyes, I fall asleep.
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BANG!
I jumped out of my sleep and hit my head on the roof of the car, looking around to see that we hadn't hit a wall, a person, or a tree, but we were just at a red light.
"Sorry, baby, go back to sleep," Alessandro says.
I lie down and stick my rude finger up to show him how I feel.
"I love you too, princess," he says, holding up the finger as well, and we both laugh before he drives off and I go back to sleep.
