PROMOTED (MXM) ✔️

Chapter 20

HENERSON

"Good morning, sir—" Hope stopped before clearing his throat. "Henerson." He awkwardly corrected, trying to keep up with what we agreed on after we started dating.

He kept calling me Mr. Whales or Sir outside the bed, and I'm so done with it. He only calls me by my first name whenever he's mad or while having sex.

It's not like I'm complaining, but I prefer to hear him call my name more often, just like now.

I smiled at him warmly.

My name sounded sweet coming from those lips.

"Good morning," I greeted back as I leaned closer. "Babe."

Hope stared at me in annoyance, his ears blushing.

"Stop that," he weakly glared, and I chuckled to myself before holding his hand near my lips, placing featherly kisses on top of his smooth skin as I kept his eyes locked to mine.

"Should we head home—?"

"Henerson..." That was a faint warning, but I stopped teasing him immediately. "You just came to work, what are you even saying?"

He stared in disbelief.

"Well, it's because you left after dinner. Then you came to work without telling me. I was waiting for your call; I told you I'd come and get you, didn't I?"

We still haven't agreed on our living arrangement, so he only stays at my apartment on the weekends. Although it does help for both of us to get rest, since I crave him so much, I still want to take him home more often.

I even offered to find him a better place near mine, but he's not keen on the idea.

He seemed quite at ease with his hamster nest.

"I already told you, there's no need for that. What if someone from work sees us?"

"Let them see it. Like I care?"

Hope threw me a deadly glare.

What? Is there something wrong with what I said? If it's just me, I would even post a memo to let everyone know, but Hope's against it for some reason.

Even though hiding it was thrilling, I still wanted assurance that no one would approach him.

Hiding him inside my office wasn't enough.

I rested my chin on my palm as I observed him work. His sitting posture was effortlessly perfect, while his long fingers gently tapped on the keypad, creating soothing sounds. His gaze was fixed on the monitor with his lips slightly parted, mumbling words here and there while he worked.

Not seeing him makes me wary. While watching him like this is torture.

Fuck. What am I supposed to do then?

"Henerson."

I tensed up in my chair.

"If you're just going to keep staring and not do your job, I'll go back outside," Hope remarked from his table, not bothering to glance my way.

That became his favorite threat after I moved his office table inside the barrier without consulting him last week. We had a little argument about that, but I won anyway.

"If you go back there, I'll renovate this entire room and even remove that freaking barrier. It's unsightly anyway."

Hope threw me a glare. He leaned on his chair and crossed his arms to me. I remained silent under his stare.