Dangerous connection (Freenbecky)

Chapter 18:

The next morning, Freen returned to his office after being away for so long, and he brought Becky along. She looked wide-eyed as they entered the grand building, marveling at the sleek decor and bustling atmosphere. Freen couldn't help but smile, watching her innocent excitement as she took in her surroundings.

As they stepped into his office, Becky noticed the curious stares from Freen's employees. Some were whispers, others were full-on glares. Whispers floated through the hallways:

"Who does she think she is, coming in here with Mr. Freen like that?"

"She's probably just after his money. She doesn't belong here."

Becky felt a pang in her chest, uncomfortable with the attention and the assumptions. She tried to stay close to Freen, but when he left to grab some documents from another office, she found herself alone near a group of colleagues who clearly didn't seem thrilled about her presence.

"So, Becky, isn't it?" one of them asked with a forced smile. "Did you come here to make yourself comfortable? Think you'll just sit around and enjoy the perks of dating the boss?"

Becky blinked, the words stinging. She didn't understand why they were being so mean. "I'm just here to... keep him company," she said quietly.

One of the women smirked. "Oh, we get it. But don't think everyone's as nice as Freen. Some of us work really hard here. We don't have time to play 'princess' and expect everything handed to us."

Just as the remark cut deeper, Freen entered the room and immediately saw the tense scene unfolding. His eyes narrowed as he walked up, his protective gaze fixed on the group.

"What's going on here?" he asked in a low, firm voice.

The employees froze, quickly trying to mask their expressions. "Oh, Mr. Freen, we were just... welcoming Becky," one of them stammered.

Freen's gaze hardened. "It didn't sound like 'welcoming.' I don't tolerate anyone treating her, or anyone for that matter, disrespectfully here. If you can't show basic courtesy, you're free to find work somewhere else."

The group looked down, shame coloring their faces as they mumbled apologies. Becky, who had been quietly biting her lip, looked up at Freen with gratitude in her eyes.

When they were alone, Freen gently took her hand. "Are you okay, Princess?" he asked softly.

She nodded, her voice quiet. "I'm fine, Bunny. I just... didn't expect people to be like that."

Freen wrapped an arm around her, his touch reassuring. "You don't deserve to deal with people like them. They're just... jealous."

Becky smiled softly. "Thank you for standing up for me."

"I'll always protect you, Baby," he replied, brushing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Now, come on. I've got a few things to show you around here."

He guided her through the office, introducing her to some friendlier employees, showing her his workspace, and sharing little details about his daily routine. Every time he looked at her, he felt that strange warmth in his chest. With her by his side, the place felt a little brighter, and for the first time, he felt a sense of excitement about his work.

As they sat together in his office, Becky looked around, the initial nerves melting away. Freen glanced at her, taking in her innocent expression, and found himself smiling.

"I think you fit in here just fine," he said, his voice warm.

Becky beamed, her cheeks flushing. "Really? I wasn't sure at first... but now, it feels nice."

"It's because you're here with me," Freen replied, reaching over to hold her hand again.

Just as their quiet moment settled, the door opened, and Nam stepped in, carrying some files. She raised an eyebrow, catching them in a sweet, unexpected moment.

"Well, well," she teased, grinning. "Looks like someone's a little distracted today, Mr. Freen."

Freen chuckled, unashamed, and gave Becky's hand a gentle squeeze. "Can you blame me?"

Becky blushed, flustered but undeniably happy, as Nam handed over the files and shared a wink with Becky.

When lunchtime rolled around, Nam popped her head into Freen's office with a mischievous smile. "I've ordered lunch for you two lovebirds. Enjoy!"

Not long after, a spread of Freen and Becky's favorite dishes arrived. Freen pulled Becky onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist as she blushed. "I think I'm perfectly comfortable right here, Princess," he murmured, his tone teasing as he nestled her closer.

Becky began feeding him, each bite a gentle gesture. "You're really spoiling me, Becbec," he said with a soft smile, savoring each taste. She shyly took bites herself, leaning back against him, and they continued sharing their lunch, the moment feeling both lighthearted and intimate.

Once they'd finished, Freen leaned back in his chair, feeling unexpectedly drowsy. "I think you might have fed me a little too well," he teased, eyes half-closed, and before Becky could respond, he laid his head on her lap.

Becky's cheeks warmed, but she couldn't help the soft smile that came to her lips as she brushed a hand through his hair. Stroking his soft, tousled hair, she whispered, "My bunny, you work too hard." Freen's face relaxed at her touch, a peaceful expression she hadn't seen before crossing his features.

Lost in the quiet moment, she leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss on his forehead, murmuring, "I'll stay right here with you."

As he drifted into a deeper sleep, a faint smile appeared on his lips. "Thank you, Baby..." he whispered softly, his fingers loosely gripping her free hand.

Becky continued to stroke his hair, feeling protective yet tender, cherishing this vulnerable moment. She couldn't resist gently tracing her fingers over his jaw, memorizing every line of his face.

They stayed like this, wrapped in their little world, until Nam popped her head in again. With a knowing smirk, she whispered, "Looks like I was right about the lovebirds." Becky gave a flustered smile, but she didn't move, cradling Freen as he rested. For the first time, they both felt truly at peace, in each other's arms.