Resignation of Bien

Three Months Later

Inside the gray sports car, the atmosphere was decidedly warmer and more intimate. Bien and Christian sat close, their hands intertwined over the center console as they cruised through the early morning traffic.

"You don't usually drive this slow," Bien commented, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I don't?" Christian asked, feigning innocence as he squeezed Bien's hand.

"Yes. Usually, I'd have to pray seven times just so my guardian angels would protect me from your driving." Bien laughed.

Christian grinned. "You got your guardian angel right here."

Bien shook his head, a fond smile playing on his lips. "But Axel said you're a demon." Bien leaned the back of his seat. "I can attest to that."

"You're cute," Christian shot back, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on Bien's cheek as they stopped at a red light.

Bien pulled his hand to himself and started scrolling through his social media, seeing a few photos of his boyfriend, posted by some fans of the hottest CEO in town. Bien contained a smile. It was weird, calling him his boyfriend. It felt like a dream.

Christian clicked his tongue. "Don't let go of my hand."

"You're driving," Bien replied, still focused on his phone. "You'll have plenty of time to hold me later... all of me."

Christian's eyes widened and bit his lips. "Are you prepared for the consequences of your wordings?"

Bien rolled his eyes. "Pervert," he said. "I meant my hands, my arms, my face, my neck, my waist... anything lower than that is off-limits."

"Mean," Christian's short reply.

The rest of the drive was filled with playful banter and sweet glances. By the time they arrived at the office, both were reluctant to let go of each other's hands.

As they entered the building, Bien let go of Christian's hand, carefully maintaining a professional distance. Christian winked at Bien as they parted ways, heading to their respective workspaces. As Christian went to his office, he greeted Anna. Bien, on the other hand, smiled at everyone passing by. It had been three months already since he began working full-time at Bad Egg Productions. It was still weird being there in the morning, and quite frankly he missed doing his radio show.

Bien sneaked a peek at Sing FM's social media page just to see how his time slot was doing. Joanna sat in his slot, doing a radio show with the exact replica of his show. Bien was quite disappointed with the lack of originality, but he couldn't help but smile as he watched Joanna do the show justice. Sandro's editing skills leveled up as well. Sir Vil and Susan's show, though... "Still shitty," Bien whispered.

Noticing his cup empty, Bien went to the pantry to make coffee, as he scrolled through his phone, seeing Sing's announcement of their hard launching.

"Right around the corner."

Christian sidled up to Bien, who was busy making coffee. "Need any help?" he asked, his voice low and suggestive.

Bien rolled his eyes but smiled. "I think I can manage, thanks."

Christian leaned in closer, his breath warm against Bien's ear. "You sure? Because I'd love to—"

Before he could finish, Anna walked in. Both men instantly straightened up, their demeanor turning casual.

"Morning, Anna!" Christian greeted, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically.

"Morning... again," Anna replied, eyeing them curiously before turning to the coffee machine.