𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ✓ (𝟷𝟾+)

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

Arin

London never seemed better after Christmas. I felt like being back in the city of love. No, I wasn't talking about Paris. It was the company that made me feel special.

"Ready?" Roger's voice appeared from his end of the closet. Since our arrival, I have been staying with Roger. Moving with him, I felt like a teenager again, blushing at his words and feelings butterflies in my stomach all the time.

He walked out, scanning me. I was still selecting my outfit. With the deal signed today, my dress needed to be perfect. It had to be impeccable.

"Blue." He pointed to the array of dresses I laid on the bed. Holding me from behind, Roger nested his chin over my shoulder and turned us to the mirror.

Power couple, I thought.

"Power couple." He whispered.

There was no possibility of me falling for Roger more than what I was already in, yet I just did.

"Let me go change," I said. Roger kissed my neck but I held out my hand, distancing him. "Nope. That's how delays happen."

Slipping from his hold, I walked into my closet, changing. Roger fell on the bed, watching the ceiling. The ajar closet mirror reflecting his smile.

"Babydoll," he called out. "You want to go out for dinner?"

I checked at his expression through the mirror. "Today?" I asked. He nodded. "You really forgot what's today?"

Struggling with my zipper, I extended my arms for help. Roger was helpful, dragging the zip midway before deciding to play. Running a hand over my back, he left a trail of goosebumps over my skin. I let out a moan, asking him to stop.

"Your voice, that sound you make, it's difficult to control."

I turned to him, placing my hand over his lapel, straightening it. "Some other time. Today, we cannot be late." With a fallen face, he gave me a half nod before pulling back the zipper fully.

Oswald office was always crowded with people. We reached the boardroom, rushing through the hallway. Xavier stood outside, letting a small nod to acknowledge my presence. His gaze traveled to Roger's hand coiled over my waists before looking away with a half-smile. Nothing broke my heart more than watching him sad.

"I will be right back," whispering to Roger, I moved towards Xavier.

He embraced me sidewise while I clung onto him, unwilling to let go. I loved Xavier. In my own little way as I loved and cherished all my friends. Xavier meant the world to me. He was irreplaceable. Yet, it was Roger who held onto my heart since the beginning.

"How are you?" I asked. He looked away, unwilling to match my eyes. His hands rubbed over his face. A shade of red appeared with all the massage. "Look at me." I turned him to face me.

Xavier's head remained glued to the ground. "Uncle told that you shifted with Roger."

I bobbed my head, affirming his statement. "I did. After I came back from..."

"The States, I know," he said. After a brief silence, he asked. "So how is he treating you?"

As the crowd moved into the boardroom, we had fewer eyes on us. Roger smiled at me before walking in.

"He is treating me good, Xavier."

Somehow, all of a sudden, things became complicated between me and Xavier. There were fewer words to speak and I felt as if the air in the room was taken away. We walked into the boardroom together before parting our ways to the two sides of the table. I sat next to Roger while Xavier took his usual place, next to dad.