My lover is my boss (LingOrm)

5 - Night gifts

Orm's pov

"Becky, I'm telling you, this place is beyond gorgeous. It's like something straight out of a magazine—so elegant, so luxurious," I said, pacing around my suite with my phone pressed to my ear. The hotel room was everything I could have imagined and more. From the marble floors to the plush, oversized bed, everything about it screamed high-end. It was almost overwhelming, but in the best way.

"You're so lucky to have such a friendly boss," Becky replied with a sigh. I could practically hear the envy in her voice.

I laughed, knowing where this conversation was about to go. "You and your boss are getting more than friendly, from what you've told me," she teased.

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help but smile. "It's not like that," I protested, even as Becky's words echoed in my mind. Could it be like that? No, that was ridiculous. Ling was my boss—strict, demanding, intimidating. But there was also a side to her I'd seen recently, one that was unexpectedly thoughtful and, dare I say it, soft.

As I mulled this over, the doorbell rang, interrupting my thoughts. I moved toward the door, phone still pressed to my ear. "Hang on a sec, Becky. Someone's at the door."

"Come on, admit it," Becky continued as I reached for the doorknob. "You like her."

I opened the door, and there stood Ling. My heart jumped slightly at the sight of her. She wasn't dressed in her usual power suits or commanding office attire—just a simple, relaxed outfit, her long hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. Her eyes met mine, and she seemed to immediately notice I was on the phone.

Without saying a word, she held out a box toward me.

I blinked, caught off guard. "What's this?" I whispered, trying to cover the phone with my hand so Becky wouldn't hear.

"Some things the hotel left for us," Ling explained quietly. "And a gift."

"A gift?" I asked, my eyebrows rising in surprise.

"No money included," she added with a faint smirk. "I just used my money to buy it."

I gave her a quick smile, nodding. "Fine, then I'll accept it."

"ORM!" Becky suddenly shouted through the phone, reminding me I was still in the middle of a conversation.

"What?" I said into the phone, trying to focus on Becky again as I took the box from Ling and stepped back into my room. But I couldn't help sneaking another glance at Ling, who remained standing in the hallway with a soft, almost amused expression on her face.

"Who were you talking to?" Becky asked, her curiosity piqued.

"My boss," I answered truthfully. "She just dropped off some things from the hotel."

"Show me!" Becky insisted.

I glanced at Ling, who was still lingering by my door, then back at the box in my hands. "Later. I need to sleep now," I said, a little too quickly.

Becky groaned in protest, but after a few more exchanges, we hung up. It was a half-truth—I was tired, but I was also eager to see what Ling had brought me.

I placed the box on the small table in my suite and opened it carefully. Inside were various hotel amenities—fancy toiletries, snacks, some branded stationery—but nestled among them was something that immediately caught my eye: a plushie. I couldn't help but smile as I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. It was soft and adorable, not the kind of thing I expected to see from Ling. There was also a note attached, written in her neat handwriting.

The letter read:

"Hey, I talked to some... people and figured out you liked plushies, so this is a gift for you. And stop calling my new worker 'Ew,' or I'll have to fire him."

I couldn't help but laugh at the playful tone in her message. She had actually gone out of her way to buy something just for me. It was... surprisingly sweet. And thoughtful in a way I hadn't expected from her. I glanced at the plushie again, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through me. Maybe Becky was onto something after all.

Still holding the plushie, I glanced over at the small kitchen area in my suite. Ling had gone through the trouble of buying me a gift—maybe I could return the favor, even in a small way. I spotted a bottle of wine on the counter, one that the hotel had left as part of their complimentary services.

Without thinking too much about it, I grabbed the bottle, figuring it would be a nice gesture, and walked out of my room. I headed straight for Ling's suite, which I knew was right next to mine. Taking a deep breath, I rang her doorbell.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and there she was—Ling, standing in the doorway, wearing a simple white tank top and a pair of loose sleeping shorts. Her hair was a little mussed, as if she'd been winding down for the night, but what caught my attention were her arms. They were surprisingly toned and strong, not something I'd ever really noticed about her before.

"Orm?" she asked, her voice low and slightly surprised. I realized I had been staring and quickly looked back up at her face.

"Uh, here," I said, holding out the wine bottle. "It's a little something in return for your gift."

Ling glanced at the bottle, then back at me, raising an eyebrow. "You're giving me the hotel wine?"

I hesitated, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry. It's late, I know..."

But Ling shook her head, cutting me off gently. "It's fine. But take it back. They'll charge you ten times the price for that."

I stood there awkwardly, the bottle still in my hands. "But I wanted to give you something, you know, as a gift."

Ling leaned against the doorframe, her expression softening just a bit. "Then give me something else."

"Like what?" I asked, genuinely curious.

She smirked. "A good night."

I blinked, confused for a second. "A good night?"

Ling nodded, her smirk turning into a small smile. "That's all I need. Just say good night."

I smiled, feeling a little silly but also oddly touched. "Good night, Ling."

"Thank you," she said, still leaning lazily against the doorframe. "And don't forget—no snoring. I don't want to hear it through the walls."

"I don't snore!" I protested, though I couldn't help but laugh.

"Let me be the judge of that," Ling teased, her smile widening.

I rolled my eyes playfully, stepping forward slightly. "Fine, we'll see." I gently pushed her back inside her room. "Now, go to sleep."

Ling chuckled, her voice soft as she backed away from the door. "Good night, Orm."

"Good night," I said, smiling as she closed the door behind her.

I stood there for a moment, holding the bottle of wine, feeling an unexpected lightness settle over me. Ling had surprised me yet again, but not in the ways I was used to. There was something about her, beneath the tough exterior and sharp edges, that was... caring. And maybe, just maybe, this trip would reveal more layers of her than I ever expected.

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Guys,as most of the chapter will be on Orm's pov I will only tell the POV when it's not Orm's,so like when it is Ling's pov, I appreciate the patience.