Driven

Ch 7

Ethan's  P.O.V.

"I know you think I'm sexy, I know you think I'm fine, but just like all the other guys pick a number and get in line."

I smirked at his dropped jaw and sidestepped him, walking out the door and into the washroom where I can privately have a gay as fuck squeal and also check Leslie out as he leaves from the valet entrance. It takes a few minutes of fanning to calm down and just as I peek out of the window vent, I see his sexy frame step out of the building. He stops just before he steps into his car and pulls out his phone as I continue to eye rape the sexy hunk. I feel my pocket vibrate as I get notified of a message. I pull up my phone to see a message from Leslie.

L - Staring won't give you the power to see through my clothes.

I stare in shock at the message only to look up to catch sight of the sleek black ride merging into the routine traffic.

I chuckle slightly as I shake my head, heading back to my desk. I open up my files and get to work, slowly milling through the piles of paper that stacked my table.

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It was almost 1 in the morning by the time I was done, I had skipped lunch and dinner and forced Mathew to go have the meals without me, I even tried to force him to go home earlier than me but I knew that defeats the purpose of having a CPO. I felt so exhausted, I was ready to pass out in my seat, "Mathew, can we just sleep in here?" I begged slowly, feeling the lack of energy and prominent exhaustion taking a toll on my body. He slowly shook his head, picking up my things and lifting me in his arms and walking into the elevator. I slowly lay my head on his chest as he walked us through the empty building and into the car park. As he placed me in, I mumbled a thank you and then knocked out, losing all senses of my surroundings as I fell asleep. When my eyes opened at 4, I was back in my room, dressed in my pajamas and tucked into bed.

I slowly get out of bed heading downstairs and hear a low snore coming from the living room, I quietly walk in to see Mathew deep asleep on the couch. I quickly pick up his phone and shut off the alarms and pull out a blanket from the hidden couch compartment for him to use. As I slowly lay the blanket, he moves a little but the exhaustion drags him back under very soon. I leave him a note saying that I'm at the gym to avoid giving him a heart attack and head upstairs to get changed into a pair of gym shorts and a tank top and head to the gym in the basement of the building. About 2 hours later, I am satisfied with my workout and head back to the apartment to get dressed and ready for work. I take a quick shower and head back to my closet to get changed.

Just as i was about to walk out the main door, a low groan from the couch draws me towards it. I'm shocked to see Mathew laying there, covered in a thin layer of sweat, I quickly run upstairs and pick up a thermometer, a towelette and a bowl of cold water. I press the thermometer to his ear and hold it until it beeps, my feel the color draining from my face as I see the temperature read 38.4 degrees. I quickly drench and wring the towel placing it on his forehead as his eyes open slowly.
"Hey babe..." he whispers lowly before a wheezing cough overtakes his voice.
"Hey boo" I whisper back, a slow smile growing on my face, "How are you feeling?" I mumble dumbly as I rewet the towel and place it on his head. I am SO going to scream at him when he gets better, like who on earth sleeps outside in the living room in the winters with the fucking AC on!?! like that's the dumbest shit I've ever heard. He mumbles back an set of incoherent words that I can't make head or tail of. He slowly lulls himself back to sleep and I stand up pulling my phone out of my bag to call the office. I tell Karissa to grab all of the work for today and bring a few top employees to my apartment's temporary office. I also tell her to shift my meeting locations to my apartment as well as to call my doctor and send him to my apartment.
As soon as I end the call I walk to my kitchen and roll up my sleeves as I look up a basic soup recipe, and that is where all hell breaks loose. Within 15 minutes I had burnt multiple fingers and the kitchen was piled with pots and pans, some filled with water and others filled with random vegetables, there were seasoning bottles all over the counter and I swear I saw a shadow of a cockroach behind my back, BUT what I did have was a tiny pressure cooker filled with washed vegetables and a cup and a half of seasoned water simmering on the stove and about ten to fifteen minutes after that I had a bowl of hot soup ready. I knew that it tasted alright because I tasted it but I also knew that Mathew or any one else would have done a much better job at this.