Bestfriend or Best Lover

FIFTY TWO: THE EVENT

Belle's POV

When I got back to my office my desk is overflowing with a stack of folders. I take them, putting them onto the side. Clutter always drives me crazy. I hate having a mess around. You would think I might be used to it living with two toddler and a man, but I've trained them well. I didn't let them be dependent with domestic help.

Claire smiles down at me. "Sir Arden is...." She wiggles her perfect eyebrows as she leans up against the door frame.

"I know." I shake my head.

My husband is hot. I stopped letting it bother me a long time ago that others notice him. Probably because he doesn't even notice it himself. His attention is always on me and our twins. I'm not sure he knows how good looking he really is. He pretty much rolls out of bed and throws on a shirt and jeans. He's naturally fit from all the work he does.

He has a natural charm to him. He isn't even trying to be hot, but he's pretty drool-worthy. The attention he would get from women used to annoy me. Then I realized Arden is so focused on no guys looking at me that I'm not sure he knows other women exist.

"You should have seen his face when he came in here looking for you. I haven't seen him that way before." Claire comments, just in time for Thylane entering my office too and hearing what Claire just said.

"I can see now why you were sure he isn't cheating. He was so possessive. That man has one focus." Thylane says in confirmation of what I declared earlier and I smile even bigger. I know I'm lucky.

"Possessive is putting it lightly," I laugh. "You think this outfit is okay for tonight?" I stand up, making sure there aren't any wrinkles after what Arden and I did. I have to bite my lip to keep from grinning as I recall our time in the vacant back office.

He wasn't wrong, though. I did wave a red flag at my husband when I tossed my panties onto his desk. I knew the moment he would see them he'd be tracking me down. There's no way Arden would be okay with me walking around without panties on. I'm sometimes shocked he lets me walk around without him at all. If it was up to him I'd be glued to his side.

In college he would enroll himself in my every class even when he doesn't need to. I don't know why, though, because the first day he punched some guy and knocked him out cold for trying  to touch my arm. After that no one on campus ever looked my way again. Except for that new guy who ask me out for coffee and again I saw Arden punching that guy in the school parking lot because he was spreading lies about me over the phone, not to mention the guy I first dated whom actually dated me out of a bet.

"I love it. No wonder your man came tracking you down." She agrees. Then pat me on my arm, "Here's the paper by the way. I've already checked it. It's good." She smiles and I smiled back.

"Thanks! Come on, off to work you two." I whisk my hand, shooing them out my office jokingly and they both laugh and walk to their tables.

I look down at my dress. Maybe it's too sexy. I bought it for our last date night. I wanted something to get Arden all worked up. Not that he needed any help in that area. Maybe I'm acting like a child, leaving my panty on his desk. It seems like a demand for attention, and I must admit that I like it when he goes a little crazy.

A little wave of guilt hits me, and I realize I wasn't even aware I was doing it until this moment.

I push all my thoughts away and jump into getting my stuff done. I don't want to work late again. In fact, I'm going home early. I miss my nights at home with the twins. Heck, I miss more than that. I Miss being together as a family.

I glance at the pile of folders again on my desk, and I wonder if I'll be able to knock them out before we have to leave for the event tonight. My job is turning out to be a lot more to take on now than I was hoping for. I wanted to do something more for the company but didn't take up all my time. I've gone from having too much time on my hands to not having enough.