He slowly shakes you awake in the morning, waking you up by kissing the back of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, whispering lovely little nothings in your ear. You can’t help but slowly pull yourself out of your slumber to roll over and face him, kissing his lips, thanking him for the day before. He carries you out of bed bridal style and takes you down the stairs, setting you on the counter before beginning to make you Belgian waffles topped with a variety of berries and brewing you two cups of hazelnut coffee. You giggle at his feeble attempt to cut the berries before giving up and calling the chef in.
“You don’t always have to cook to impress me, you know,” you laugh. “I’m fine ordering fast food for all I care.”
“I want to show you that I can take care of you,” he insists, helping the chef sprinkle strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries on top of the waffles. “That I can do things myself.”
“Brendon,” you narrow your eyes. “I’ve personally seen you run an entire corporation. I’m pretty sure I know your capabilities.”
“Still,” he whines like a small child, setting the plate out in front of you. “I want to make you smile.”
“You do that already,” you point out. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Fine,” he surrenders. “Just eat your damn waffles and be happy I made them.”
“Will do,” you giggle, smug smile on your face.
Both of you talk about how nice it would be to travel somewhere together, someplace very far away like Paris or Hawaii, a fancy place where you can relax and breathe and just be together. Much less, without work and without your parents and without having to worry about others seeing you. I mean, Brendon was kind of a famous businessman, but you doubted anyone was going to be a huge fanatic of construction contractors in a place like a European tourist crowded city or a string of over glorified tropical islands. Just the idea of spending an entire week together with him, being able to get out of this town, away from all the stress and struggles of life, it sounded almost too good to be true. In fact, it was, because you knew there was no way in hell your parents would ever let you do that. Even if you did somehow try to convince them it was for work.
“You know,” he begins, swallowing down the last bite of his waffle. “I do have to leave for a business conference this week.”
“But I can come with you,” you shrug. “Right? Like last time?”
“It’s an out of town business conference,” he explains. “Out of state, business conference.”
“Oh,” you instantly look down at your plate, losing your appetite.
“I doubt your parents would let you tag along, even your lax father,” he frowns. “I’m sorry. I avoided telling you for long enough, I thought you should know. I don’t mean to kill the vibe, I just-”
“It’s fine,” you snap. “I’m not a small child. I’ll be perfectly fine without you.”
“Oh,” this time it’s him staring down at his plate, uncomfortable and hurt.
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I Love Her Anyway
FanfictionI Love Her Anyway is a smut series fic in which the female reader is a young intern applying for Urie Incorporated contracting company who quickly falls mesmerized with her handsome employer, a prestigious businessman and CEO of the company with muc...
