Red String Of Love

Chapter 3: Princess Breakfast

I stretched my arms and took a sip from my cardamom tea before returning to my work on my laptop. I was in all honesty quiet bored and I longed to leave my seat and go do some baking in the kitchen. Baking will have to wait until I’m done with this, I thought.

It was the weekend and while everyone on earth was enjoying it by sleeping in, partying and relaxing, I am forced to spend my weekend working.

“As if I don’t work enough during the weekdays.” I grumbled, “If I knew this would be the life of a CEO I wouldn’t have signed up in the first place.”

I sighed and shook my head when I remembered the reason why, bear with it Gumball! Just one month left, one month and you’ll be free! I told myself. And once I’m free I’ll do nothing in my life but bake, bake and bake.

I took another sip of my tea but almost spilled it on my laptop when the doorbell rang scaring me out of my shoes. Setting the tea cup down I took off my glasses and stood up heading  for the door. I don’t usually get any visitors so I was quiet curious about who this guest was.

“Hi, baby!” squealed Brittany when I opened the door for her, she jumped at me and hugged me hard pressing her body against mine in the most inappropriate way. I held her from her shoulders and kept her at a respectful distance away from me.

“Good afternoon, Brit.” I said trying not to cringe

“Surprised to see me?” she winked

“What a surprise, trust me I wasn’t expecting you at all. Really.” I said leading her inside my house

She giggled and kissed me cheek, “You’re so charming, babe.”

I walked back to my work place at the dining table while she strolled to my kitchen and rummaged through my fridge. “Sugar, why’s your fridge filled with nothing but dessert? Have you been baking again?” she called

“Yes.” I said suddenly finding my work very interesting

I was typing a response email to Pepp asking him to increase the budget in sector four when I felt Brittany’s arm coil around my neck from behind. “You promised me you’d stop this baking problem you have, it’s so unmanly.” She cooed in my ear.

“Brit, please I’m working here.” I said

Brittany huffed and walked to sit across from me, “I know I told you that you look hot when you’re so concentrated on work but that’s all what you have been doing recently, and I’m feeling very lonely.” she pouted

I sighed and took my glasses off massaging the bridge of my nose, “Is that why you came here today?”

“Well kind of, I just came from Germany yesterday and my fiancé is the first person I see.” She said then paused for a minute before asking, “Did you even miss me?”

No. I didn’t miss her. What’s between Brittany and I is nothing but business. My uncle arranged this thing in hopes the company will benefit from it. Brittany’s father, Mr. Breakfast, owns a branch of breakfast bars all across the country and she’s the only heir.

Brittany got up and took the seat beside mine wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my shoulder. “Why don’t you take a little break, baby? We could, you know, have fun?” she whispered

Cold sweat ran down my spine and my hand hovered above the keyboard frozen. Brittany had moved her hand and started to caress my thigh while sucking on my neck. “Come on, play with me.”

I stood up and stepped as far away from her as possible, “Brit we’ve talked about this before, I don’t want to do it with you. Need I remind you that this is nothing but a business relationship?” I said clutching my wrists protectively behind my back.