HER THERAPY : BORUSARA

chapter 6

*Sarada's Pov:*

"you don't even have to read my books anymore, cuz I can visualize it all for you" he said he we lay on my bed , his hands wrapped around my body transmitting his heat to me , even without a blanket on top of us it was warm.

His touch, his soft whispers against my ears, his hot breathe against my bare skin , all this feelings are making me go crazy.

I see his face, as he sleeps like a little baby, I embrace his hairs as if it wasn't all mine. He said it himself, that now he belongs to me and only me alone. There was no worry of him loving another woman cuz nobody can please him like I do.

No one can make him feel love like I'd do, and if he really stays mine , with me , showers me all his loves his problems his happiness, I'd happily devotee myself to him and him alone.

Oh damn! This love, such a disease once affected a person can never be truly cured.

"Good morning love" he whispered as he look up for my life. "Morning Mr. Uzumaki.... May I ask what are you doing in my bed wrapped around my body?"

"Mmm..... Do you want to punish me for this sweetie?" damn his warm breathe feels like drugs.     "I'd actually want to punish you" I watched as he sat up staring at me at my reply. He leaned in closer to my face and asked like a child asks for more ice cream "How would you punish me?"

"let's see why don't I take a shower" a smile curved on his lips as if he knew what I was about to say and I continued "While you make me a breakfast" I pushed his face back getting off bed.

"I at least expected you to say we can shower together"

"I'd love to try something cooked by youh, Mr." I said shredding off the blanket I wrapped around my bare skin.

"But I'd rather cook you in my broth and fill you for months at once sweetie" He teased getting up standing behind me , his arms moving cross my curves. "Stop that Mr. Author, that's much of spilling out all your lines"

"Fine I'll cook you my signature dish with a sprinkle of my love over it" He kissed me and walked towards the kitchen in a towel wrapped around his lower body. 

*Sarada's POV continued:*

As Boruto disappeared into the kitchen, I took a moment to appreciate the warmth lingering on my skin from his touch. It was a familiar comfort, one that I couldn't help but revel in. But breakfast awaited, and I could already smell the faint aroma of something cooking. I slipped into a loose shirt and made my way to the kitchen, where he was already bustling about, his towel-clad form a sight to behold.

He glanced over his shoulder as I entered, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, look who decided to join me in my humble abode."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "You act as if this isn't my own apartment, Mr. Boruto."

He chuckled, turning back to the stove where he was flipping pancakes with practiced ease. "Just adding a bit of drama to the morning, sweetheart."

I leaned against the counter, watching him work. Despite his casual demeanor, there was a sense of purpose in his movements, as if each pancake was a canvas waiting to be perfected.

"Need any help?" I offered, though I knew he had everything under control.

Boruto shook his head, his blonde locks bouncing with the motion. "Nah, I've got this covered. But you could set the table if you're feeling generous."

"Consider it done," I replied, moving to gather plates and utensils from the cabinets.

Within minutes, he had plated up a beautiful stack of pancakes, golden and fluffy, with a generous drizzle of syrup over the top. He placed them on the table with a flourish, a satisfied grin on his face.

"There you go, my dear," he said, gesturing to the spread before us. "A breakfast fit for royalty."

I couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics, but as I took my seat at the table, I couldn't deny the warmth that spread through me, both from the food in front of me and the man by my side.

Together, we dug into the pancakes, savoring each bite in comfortable silence. And as I glanced across the table at him, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love that filled the room, making even the simplest of moments feel like something truly extraordinary.

*Author's pov:*

After the fun breakfast the couple fitted into their clothes and left for work, as they had to submit their work today by the evening, it will be a very busy day and later as a celebration for their hardwork the CEO decided to throw a company dinner.

Through the busy day the entire staff worked their ass out. Sarada still managed to have a few glances at her man. But she didn't like the idea of Sumire trying to get closer to her man.

But as a man , Boruto's eyes always wandered only and only on his woman. Smiling at her whenever their eyes met. Working their ass out they finished reviewing the all work by the lunch time.

The project was submitted and the team sighed in relief and startwd moving to the venue of dinner one by one. After everyone of them left, Sarada was seen sorting out her things and Boruto closed all other things he needed to.

*Sarada's pov:*

As I put all my stuffs in my bag, my love approached me and I heard him say sweetly "shall we go?" I smiled and gave him a hug, "yesh we should proceed or they'll be thinking we were making out here lol" I laughed it out.

"If the camaras weren't here I wouldn't have minded that too" his husky voice driving crazy and cracking my brain at the same time.

"You and your jokes"

The evening started off smoothly, but as the dinner progressed, I couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Sumire's persistent attempts to flirt with Boruto were like a constant thorn in my side, each coy smile and subtle touch making me more and more irritated.

What really got under my skin, though, was when she took his wine glass and took a sip. I was absolutely pissed at her audacity to do it when there so many of us around.

I was a little happy as Sumire brazenly took the seat next to Shikadai instead of her usual place beside Boruto. But as she changed her seat I could feel the CEO's curious gaze lingering on us.

"Boss even you noticed right, she snatched my seat"

When Sumire had the audacity to claim that I had "snatched" her seat, I had to bite back the urge to confront her then and there. Clenching my fists under the table, I struggled to maintain my composure, my frustration boiling just beneath the surface.

But then, Boruto stood up, his confident demeanor drawing all eyes to him. My heart raced as I waited for his next words, unsure of what he was about to say. And then, with a single declaration, everything changed.

"I have an important announcement to make, but before I'd like to tell Miss Sumire to draw the boundaries and not relate her to me in any way possible" He said as Sumire looked pissed.

"The thing is Sarada and I are together, we are a couple and I wanted to make it official myself as I've seen some female staffs treat her badly for this reason. After this if I ever feel like my girl is being shit treated by any one here I'd sue you straight without a word" he added.

"I proudly call her mine others can mind their own businesses"

some of the women on the table looked pissed including Sumire but the others had a smile on their face realising how lucky I was to get a guy like this.

Boruto announced to the entire room that we were together, publicly declaring our relationship for all to hear. In that moment, my heart soared with joy and relief, tears of happiness threatening to spill from my eyes.

As Boruto squeezed my hand, I felt a rush of warmth and gratitude wash over me. With his support and love, I knew we could face anything together. And as I looked at him, standing tall and proud beside me, I knew that our love was stronger than any obstacle.

Amidst the applause and congratulations, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over me. With Boruto by my side, I felt invincible, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead. And as we basked in the glow of our newfound happiness, I knew that our love would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.