Falling for my boss ✔️

Chapter 32 - Home sweet home?

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Sara's POV

Michael had his head on my chest, reading through his mails, while I stroke his hair.

It amazed me how in the mornings Michael was like a whole new man; as if the nightmares never happened, he was in full work mode, concentrated, his mindset set purely on the company and then once his official workday was over, he made time for us, meaning Marie, Gerard, me and his family. Estelle would often manage to somehow call Michael in the evening, and he would take the time to speak to her and Adrien.

Often, I also heard him discuss the market with his oncle Victor, which always sounded more like a military plan rather than a discussion between two business men.

I watched my blond man hesitate for a second as he thought what he should type, then his fingers flew over the keyboard and produced a brilliant response. I took the time to scan his face intently.

My fingers had the urge to trace the soft wrinkles around his eyes, as well as his dimples through his beard when he laughed. The blue eyes, which always left me speechless, showed a hint of tiredness, but other than that, they were bright as always and reminded me of my summer holidays with my family.

The beard, that was of such a dark blond colour, made me ponder if his father might be brown-haired. My finger curled a wave of his and played with it, which made him hum deeply. It vibrated through my body slightly.

And the more I watched him, the more my prominent thought echoed through me.

What if work was just a way to avoid his inner demons?

Michael raised his head as if I had asked this out loud. His voice, which always surprised me how actually deep it was, spoke suddenly. "You seem thoughtful." "What makes you think that?", I crooked my head, extended my legs and stretched them. I wish we could stay in bed the whole day but that wouldn't happen.

He put his hand on my leg and patted it. "I know you."

My heart made an uneven beat.

Noah had never- "Don't think about him", his expression turned extremely sour. "Can you read my mind?", I laughed, took a pillow and wanted to hit him with it.

But before I could raise my arm, I was pinned underneath him suddenly, with him holding my wrists tightly down.

"Why did you think of him?"

His voice was low, but it didn't sound angry. More annoyed.

"Jealous?", I teased, only to quickly tell him I was joking. "You make my heart jump in joy, that's all. Noah never managed that."

I wriggled my arms and he let one hand go. I cupped his face and smiled.

Michael averted his face. "I'm worrying you." My eyebrows rose in surprise. Was I that easily readable? "Your smile is fake. I can see the worry behind it." "It's only natural for me to worry", I got slightly up to kiss his cheek.

As Michael didn't react, I kissed the corner of his mouth with an enjoyable hum, fully knowing he was weak for that.

He turned his head to me.

"I was just thinking ... that maybe because you are so occupied with your work", I waited to see if he would react, but he waited for me to continue. "that you think about everything once you lie down. That's why you have nightmares." "You want me to actively think about it during the day?" "No, but maybe you want to take some time of your day and talk to me about it. About anything. I'll listen. I won't say a word either if that's what you want!"