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"Oh, yes, Isaac, oh my god," Alice panted as Isaac nibbled her neck and his fingers expertly teased underneath her underwear. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she arched her back, losing any control that she once had over her body. "Yes, right there, don't stop, don't stop - "
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Isaac snapped his hand away from Alice in an instant and lunged towards his cellphone on the other of his bed, leaving Alice to cover her eyes with her palms, groaning exasperatedly.
"I said don't stop!"
Isaac chuckled at Alice and shook his head before frowning at his phone. "Fuck, sorry, this is important."
When Alice opened her mouth to protest, he pressed his fingers to his lips and put the phone to his ear before hopping off his bed to make his way out of the room. "Hey, Greg, what's the verdict? What!? No, that's not fuckin' - no - you tell that son of a..."
Alice sighed and put her hands behind her head as Isaac's aggressive voice disappeared down the hallway. It was strange spending so much private time with Isaac and realizing how much stress he kept hidden.
And considering it was Isaac, that was really saying something.
Nearly every night she fell asleep in Isaac's arms, feeling his lips tenderly brush along her shoulders, his fingers weaving through her hair, and his arms squeezing her torso tightly. However, nearly every night she would wake up a couple hours later to find Isaac slouched over his desk, his face illuminated by the glowing light of the computer, cursing under his breath as his hand permanently gripped over his yellow ball.
When the cool air touched her exposed skin, she shivered and reached for Isaac's sweater, which had made its way back to Isaac's apartment but still had yet to be worn by him since he left it at her house.
"No, Greg, they're stealing our fucking sales by false advertising." Isaac's voice echoed from the kitchen and Alice winced. It panged her hearing him yell that way, to see his whole body tense as he did paperwork into the wee hours of the night. She wished she could take away all of his worries but unfortunately, she was good with computers, not running a multi-million dollar company.
"Greg, you're an idiot. No. We are not going to start marketing it to senior homes just to compete with their sales. No. No." There was a short pause. "Why? Because they're going to get sued any day now! That drug can kill people with dementia! No, you fucking - Greg, I swear to god, if you put in the order to the sales team to start marketing, you're out of a job. I don't fucking care if that's what my father would have done, that's not what I'm doing! Do you hear me? Good."
After a brief moment of silence, Alice heard a tired groan coming from Isaac, followed by the shuffling of footsteps. Shortly after, Isaac returned to the bedroom and slumped towards the bed. As if he turned into a wooden plank, he collapsed face down onto the bed and moaned into the blankets.
"I fucking hate my job."
Alice puffed out her bottom lip and pulled Isaac's sweater around her knees as she watched him roll onto his back and sigh.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
He blinked at the ceiling a few times before saying, "yeah."
"Wanna talk about it?"
Isaac turned his face to her and his lips pulled upwards. Without saying anything, he reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her entire body on top of him so her nose was pressed into his bare chest. She inhaled deeply, taking in his scent, and she felt his whole body relax as his arms snaked around her back.
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