Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 8

Selena POV

I plated up all the delicious food I had prepared for Michael this morning. I tried to replicate a 'Mexican-filled omelette' he had on one of our first dates, which he swore was the best breakfast he ever had. Michael had a lot going on with the company so breakfast in bed seemed like a perfect start ahead, almost making getting up an hour earlier than my usual time seems worth it. I was just feeling astounded that the kitchen was still standing and not burnt to a crisp.

I gathered some utensils from the drawer and placed them on the only food tray I could find that was big enough, followed by the plate and finally some fresh coffee in Michael's small travel mug so it would remain warm throughout the morning. All I needed was a small flower in a vase, a pointless touch but just something to lighten the day and a minor attempt to please him.

I smiled greatly to myself at the efforts I made as I grab both the silver handles and make my way up the never-ending staircase to our room. To my displeasure, I could already hear the heavy pacing behind the door, which told me he was up and running. I sighed to myself. It looks like breakfast in bed hadn't gone to plan or the way I wanted it to.

I faintly knocked on the door then entered, a habit I really needed to lose.

I snuck around the door to see my handsome fiancé, readying himself. Michael was already washed and nearly dressed as his strong cologne practically had me engulfed. He was facing the mirror in the corner of the room near the connected bathroom, admiring the reflection that stood in front of him.

"Morning babe," I say proudly as I uplift my spirits. This could still work out, just without remaining in bed.

"Good morning beautiful." He turns around, pulling up his tie as far as he could simultaneously and his eyes widened to the food I had presented, followed by a grateful grin. "What's all this?"

"This is one Mexican inspired omelette which managed to survive my terrible cooking somehow. I think Gordon Ramsey should watch out with my uprising culinary skills." We both lightly chuckled.

Michael's eyes travelled down me to the food which was below my chest on the tray. I nearly missed his eyes pop out by the food. Not to burst my ego but it looked restaurant quality. I wasn't so sure that the flavours would match its presentation.

"It looks amazing, you shouldn't have gone to all this trouble to cook me this." He gushed.

"Excuse me, this could have been for me, you know." I give a little sass as he steps closer to me. "But on this special occasion, I thought you could use the extra energy for the day ahead. I was hoping to give it to you in bed but that sort of backfired."

I placed the heavy tray on the desk beside us and he closes the distance between, placing his hands on my hips securely. His fingers were feeling the silk material of my red dressing gown, which was covering my black short shorts and a matching vest top. He plants a small kiss on my lips, so soft, so tender. Once that special moment had ended, a small sigh escaped his lips.

"What's wrong?" I ask, my hand travelling up his muscular build, then to his tie which was crooked. I couldn't help but sort it out for him.

"I- The food looks amazing and I appreciate the thought so much but I have to go to the office early today, I have an important meeting with one of our clients." He cleared his throat, almost like that action turned him from a guilty husband to a stern-boss. "They are threatening to leave the company and they are one of our biggest clients. I'm sorry, Selena."