Bound to You

three

Adriel had come into the kitchen while I was cooking about three times to open the fridge and then just leave. I thought I should make more than just myself for tonight because I felt bad. He sits on the couch in his button down and slacks, his buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up lazily.

His hair was disheveled like he had slept on it, but it looked so damn good on the man. I finished cooking the steak with mushroom and string beans and set it both on the counter.

"For me?" Adriel's expression was dead and uninterested and stands up to sit on a stool when I nod my head yes.

We ate in total silence as it usually was, but I was getting so used to it, so it didn't bother me anymore. Even though I had looked up at him from time time to see if he liked my cooking, he didn't move his eyes away from his plate, scarfing down the food like it was his last night on Earth. I took the hurried eating as a silent compliment, which I knew he would never give me.

He had finished first and washed his dishes before heading upstairs. As the lights upstairs turned off, it dawned on me how lonely I was becoming. I stared outside the glass windows and watched the sleepless city of New York's bright lights enchant me into a daze.

I was really aching for some company. I pulled my phone out, hoping I had received a text message from Casey, but to my disappointment, the only person who texted me was my mom (sad), telling me the one of the US Embassy officers were coming to check up on us in a few weeks.

I looked up the stairs and thought about telling Adriel, but he had probably gotten the same text message from his brother. My eyes began to feel heavy, and I lost my appetite, throwing away the rest of my food in the trash.

And then upstairs I went to sleep, only to wake up to being ignored again.

***

I'm pretty damn sure a Secretary does more than just get coffee for their boss every morning and sit in the desk opposite his all day and do absolutely nothing unless he asks for another coffee. I mean, trust me, I'm not complaining. This was the easiest job I've ever had since working at a gift shop of a convenience store. Although, it did get quite boring and so my eyes wandered the room more than plenty. I could probably name where everything was in Adriel's office with eyes closed.

The room wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. Just the perfect size for someone like him. the door to his office was on the far left side of the room, where I sat at my desk. Behind me were some book shelves, filled with books Adriel definitely did not read. The walls of his office was all glass, but ever since I stepped into this room, he had kept the blinds closed, probably to keep from people wondering why husband and wife didn't speak through out the entire time, or even get close to one another. I guess it was a good thing, I heard from Veronica rumors about why he had closed the blinds: so that nobody would see us doing nasty things with each other.

It didn't bother me that I, a Secretary was 'screwing' her boss. In fact, it'd always been a wild fantasy of mine, so I would grin a little before stepping into his office.

I mean... not that I would want to screw Adriel.

Okay, who am I kidding, I wanted to screw him. Badly. I mean, who would blame me? The man was gorgeous, anybody could take one look at him and have the sudden urge to push him down and sit on his beautiful face. I mean, if he didn't open his mouth to talk, at least.

I rest my head on my hand and stare at his concentrated face. His eyebrows almost touched in complete frustration as he grimaced at one of the papers, then swiftly signing it and throwing it in a bin. A piece of his hair fell in front of his face and he ran his fingers through his locks to put it back in place.