HER PERSONAL ASSISTANT

Chapter 11

Ember's POV

The simplicity of Life is the most complex thing ..
Laying besides my mate staring at his peaceful face, as he snored was something I wish to do till I die..
The simplicity of this situation was accepting my mate and living my life, facing all the possible life threatening dangers and getting past them.
The difficulty of this simple phase of life was my urge to protect my mate at all costs, even staying away from him if that meant keeping him safe.
I know that if anything was to happen to him, I wouldn't ever forgive myself..

Ray stirred besides me before his eyes fluttered open and he scanned my face, but I pretended to be asleep, just to stay in his arms for a few more moments.

My acting convinced him of me being asleep as his arm on my waist tightened and he pulled me closer to his chest, silently kissing my forehead, making sure not to wake me up.

He laid there staring at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts, so much that he didn't notice me opening my eyes.
His expressions gave away nothing.
If anything I definitely knew, it was that Ray is the most shut- down kind of a guy, who won't open up to you, unless and until you have gained enough of his trust.

Being his mate and not knowing his past or understanding the cause and triggers of his nightmare was not easy for me, but being fair even I hadn't had opened up to him as well.

It would only lead him to more danger and I do not wish that to happen.
I laid my head on his chest and looked up at him as he stared down at me, stroking my hair, twirling it with his thumb and index finger..
I leaned up and kissed his right cheek and then his nose to which he looked at me with a raised brow, probably confused by my actions or perhaps he was wondering if I had hit my head somewhere.

I won't lie, I already knew that I was falling for him and that it wouldn't take me long to claim him.

I got up and went to the bathroom to do my business.
As I came out in a beige business suit, my nose caught the heavenly smell of waffles wafting through the house.

My neighbours might even be wondering how did I end up going into the kitchen to cook..

I went into the kitchen and his back was to me as he started preparing the plates.
Freshly cut bananas and strawberries were neatly arranged in a plate, with a small bowl of chocolate sauce.

That made my mouth water and I realised that I hadn't actually enjoyed a meal, since a few years..

Turning around he grinned at me as he placed the plate in front of me before pulling out a chair and then he sat on it himself, before I could even move..
Why does he have to be so fast.

His silent muffled laughing had me look at him with raised brows as he shook his head.
The chocolate sauce was smeared below his nose and I seriously had no idea how he managed to get it there.

I moved closer to his chair and dipped my finger into the chocolate sauce before drawing a chocolate moustache.

What, I wasn't going to wipe it, wasn't it obvious.

His expression seemed amused and his chair screeched loudly before he held me by arms, trapping me between his body and the table..
I was okay, until ...

He fucking started tickling me.
I doubled over in laughter, not because of his tickling but because I wasn't ticklish.
I ran and he exhaled loudly, probably because he wasn't able to take revenge and I dashed out of his arms, he raced behind me as I ran around the whole house, probably looking like a mad woman.
Who the hell runs in the house with a business suit on.
His footsteps had ceased and I hid behind the curtains.
He came closer and I could see his toes and then his feet came in vision.
As soon as he was in my range, I let go of the curtain and wrapped it around him before I bee lined in the bedroom and locked it before he could enter and he banged on the door for a few minutes before his footsteps became fainter and I quietly opened the door.