Sweetheart. (Patrick Stump Imagines)

summer day

Spring is a busy season for the company I'm working at. It's the season for making and closing deals and other jibber jabber in keeping the business strong and going.

I'm an assistant to the CEO, Patrick Stump, who happens to be a down-to-earth man, which I'm grateful for. The hustle and bustle are much lighter to handle and work through a day with such a nice attitude from my co-workers and from my boss.

For this week, we're staying at a newly opened resort and spa in Cancun, Mexico to meet with a couple of new clients that both them and the company are interested to work with.

Patrick's company is almost a jack of all trades; it covers book publishing, production and creation of clothes for music artists, record label, and interior designing which is also a department in the company that I work at.

It's already our third day of business in Cancun and we've already closed three business deals. It was quite a work, since our clients were quite demanding of the details, but I don't blame them, because they deserve to know what they're getting into.

Today is a rest day for us, so I get to spend the entire day asleep on my bed. As much as I want to pamper myself in this luxurious resort, I'd really rather sleep. I don't even know what time it is but judging from the warm temperature that's radiating from the windows beside me, it's already noon.

I hope Patrick's just as tired as I am.

"Y/N," Patrick politely called out my name from the outside of my door as he followed it up with a couple of knocks.

Okay, no rest day for anyone today. I dragged myself up and out of the bed and proceeded to open the door, revealing a dressed and CK scented Patrick.

He politely smiled at me. I thought he looked cute with the beard and the white polo and the khaki pants and the pair of slippers he's wearing. He looked cool.

I sleepily smiled at him. "Good day, Patrick."

"Good day, Y/N. Let's go have breakfast." He enthusiastically invited, his smile and ocean eyes brighter than everything bright in this world right now.

"Uh I think I'll pass. I'd rather stay in and sleep all day."

"Y/N, we're not going to have another time to return to this place. Our company's gonna be busy after this. Let's take advantage of the time that we have here."

Patrick has a point. "Okay, then. I'll go ahead and prepare." I agreed, still smiling sleepily at him like I'm looking at a daydream. He just looks so good to stare at. This is why I never paid much attention to him when there's a chance, because I know I'll get hopelessly devoted to him, which I think I subconsciously am.

"Sure." Patrick replied. "You look good, by the way." Then he grinned and subtly chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and playfully pushed him on his shoulders. "Thanks. You look ugly then." I responded, giggling. "Because I look like a bird's nest and it's good to you. While you look gorgeous, so that makes you ugly." I dumbly explained to him.

We both laughed, which woke me up more, because I couldn't help but listen to his laugh. "Okay. Whatever you say. We're both ugly then, because you think I'm gorgeous," he paused, waiting for me to set my eyes on his and once I did, everything felt enchanted, "and I think you're gorgeous too." He finished, his lips slowly revealing a sweet grin, but he quickly bit it off, making his cheeks full.

I feel a delicious warm smooth sensation all over my body that makes me feel so giddy. I couldn't help but blush and also bite off a grin. "Whatever, Mr. Stump." I said and then closed the door, muffling his melodic laughter.