Fated to You

Chapter 20 - Games and wishes

Becky hated the food but Freen cooked so she ate everything. It's been a while since she ate Freen's cooking so she wasn't about to waste it. So Becky closed her mouth on hers in a kiss that she intended to be just gratitude but ended up being more than so. She keeps underestimating the fervor with which she kisses Freen. It is that with Freen's sexy moaning, she can't help but grow hungrier and needier and desperate. She always feels this many emotions at once when she kisses her.

Kissing Freen is a damn obsession.

Reluctantly, but only by just a fraction, she breaks contact with Freen. "Freen, don't leave the company."

"I can't work with you Becky."

"Why not?"

Freen breaks entirely from Becky's lips to point in between them as if the reason why is in the small space that is in the middle gap that separates them. "Because of this. Because of us Becky."

Becky cocked her head. "What about us?"

Freen runs her hands through her hair in an exasperated gesture and end up lashing out words that tore Becky apart. "We can't work and we don't work. Personal feelings get in the way and we end up crossing lines after lines and forget that we're boss and employee. Especially since you are getting married in two weeks and that I don't want to hurt Sam. Not only are we at different place in our lives right now, we have a past that we still haven't discussed."

"Do you want beer?" Becky said getting off the bed to head for the bedroom door.

"I don't want beer."

Becky opens the door and waits for Freen to walk out of the room. She grins, "Beer it is then."

Freen rolls her eyes as she walks past Becky to leave the bedroom. They head down the stairs and into the kitchen. Becky opens her fridge and takes out two bottles of beers. She finds a bottle opener and opens the bottles before giving one to Freen.

"Thanks."

Becky shrugs. "No problem." Becky drinks from her bottle and then rests her elbows forward on the counter as she looks within Freen's frustrated gaze. All she wanted to do was to hold her into her arms and erase that confuse look on her face. "Yes Freen, we have fought way more than we have worked or talked together. And yes, we've crossed the lines a few times without thinking twice about it," she said quietly, "but ... don't you think you are overthinking everything?"

"How am I overthinking everything? It's obvious that our history together is making things difficult for us to work together. I have to leave the company Becky."

"Yes," she mutters, "Every chance you get, you don't forget to mention how bad working together is for the both of us. How wrong and bad of an idea it is." She rolls her eyes as she drags the words out. "You never acknowledge the fact that we did make a great team when we were presenting the project plan to the foreign investor."

"Yes but remember how you were glaring at me during the meeting?" Freen drinks from her bottle and decides that she doesn't want to listen to Becky trying to convince her to stay. She'll hear enough about it when she goes home to Heng. Which, she brings her wrist up to look at the time. "I have to go." She said as she turns on her heels to leave the kitchen.

"You're not going anywhere." Becky keeps looking forward chugging down the beer.

"You know I love how you always seem to think that I'll listen to you." With a sardonic snort, Freen turns on her heels. "Goodbye!"

"Let's play a game."

Freen stops in her track. "A game of what?"

Becky lifts herself up from the counter and walks to a dubious Freen who was in no mood to play as it showed on her face. "You'll see." Becky placed her arm around her neck. "Come with me."