I Love Her Anyway

Chapter 4

Before heading to work the next morning, you instruct your dad to drop you off at the coffeeshop and then let you walk to the building from there. You still had Mr. Urie’s credit card in your pocket and was instructed to use it for anything you would like. You teased him about being your sugar daddy and he admitted you weren’t wrong before you both burst out into chuckles and he sent you off the door. You loved it when he laughed. He was so rarely ever laid back and relaxed enough to let himself go. He was usually very sophisticated, serious, unable to take his mind of his work. That was, unless he was touching you. You went up to the counter and recited his order, as well as grabbed a breakfast croissant for yourself and a small sweet iced tea. You were so spoiled underneath his care, you did truly feel like royalty. It was only your second day of work and you were already contemplating marrying this man. He felt like anyone’s dream husband.

               Approaching the building, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You gazed up at the tall skyscraper, Urie Inc. written in big letters across the entrance, large glass walls lining all the way up to the top. You were too lazy to count all the floors up to find his window, but knowing that just yesterday he was eating you out right next to one of those pieces of glass made you turn warm. If somebody had seen you, who knows what would have happened. You stepped in, checking the clock for time, giving a smug smile to yourself knowing that you’d be a couple minutes early. You were just that good. Traveling up the elevator along with several other workers, you tried to swallow down your excitement as the doors pulled back and allowed you to enter the floor. His floor. Your heart pounded in your chest.

               “Wow,” Brendon couldn’t help but widen his eyes at your appearance at his door. “You look quite beautiful today. Any particular reason?”

               “Just for you,” you wink, strutting in with your kitten heels and black lace dress, fishnet legging covered legs and makeup painted face, hair done up in a tight bun bobbing behind you as you walked.

               “You don’t need to impress me, darling,” he presses a soft kiss to your lips as soon as he’s shut the door. “You already have blown me far away in terms of exceeding any of my expectations of a woman.”

               “Almost a woman,” you remind, making him roll his eyes.

               “Could’ve fooled me,” he chuckles.

               “Anyways, here’s your coffee,” you hand it to him and he gives a nod of thanks before taking a sip. You place your croissant and tea on his side desk and wrap your arms around his waist, making him tense up before relaxing. “Caught you by surprise or what?”

               “Just-” he sighs, giving a soft smile. “Getting used to having you here. It’s nice.”

               “Oh I’m sure,” you tease. “Every businessman’s dream, a hot young secretary to fuck when he’s bored.”

               “Hey,” his tone turns harsh, eyes piercing you with his gaze. “You’re not just my little fuck toy. I care about you.”

               “You don’t even know me,” you retort, making him knit his eyebrows at your response.

               “I want to though,” he tells you. “I want to so badly if you will just give me the chance.”