Ooooh chileee y'all. There's only two more chapters left of this book after this. How the hell we get here? I'm shook. Anywhoooooooooo strap in, and think of this as the calm before the storm.

Alex

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. When I glanced over at the bedside alarm clock, the time read 8:17am. I was a little confused as to where Christian was, but those questions were quickly answered as the smell of bacon flooded my nostrils. I moved to sit up, yet ended up plopping back down on the mattress. The soreness that shot straight through me, instantly jogged my memory of the sinful acts Christian and I had done the previous night.

That brought a smile to my lips.

Was it bad that I wanted to do it again? And again? And like ten gazillion times more after that?

Just the thought of what we did last night, gave me a massive hard on. I did my best to climb out of bed with minimal pain.

When I made it out into the living room, my cock grew hard all over again.

Christian was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He was scrambling some eggs while bacon sizzled on the nearby pan. To add to this beautiful sight, Christian was also in nothing but his briefs. When his eyes met mine, he smiled.

"Well good morning, love. I woke up hungry, and you looked so peaceful sleeping, I thought I'd take care of breakfast myself." He spoke as he poured the rest of the egg onto the fire.

"It smells amazing." I replied, rubbing the rest of the sleep from my eyes. He moved around the kitchen island to pull me in for a kiss. I immediately felt self conscious of my morning breath when he pulled away. He tasted like mint. I probably tasted like death itself.

"I'm just surprised your cooking."

Christian rolled his eyes at me. "I'm an excellent cook, if I do say so myself."

"I thought you had a butler for that?" I teased.

"I do. And we could of had breakfast in bed if we were at my place. But you clearly wanted to show off your clean apartment, so here we are." He teased back. My eyes grew wide in shock.

He noticed.

As if Christian could hear my thoughts, he added "And of course I noticed. This place is so damn clean, I wouldn't be surprised if you folded the towels into little swans in your bathroom."

Truth be told, I did try doing that yesterday... but Christian didn't need to know that. Wasn't sure why I even attempted it, considering I couldn't do basic origami to save my life. Finally, I settled on just rolling them up neatly.

"Have a seat." Christian gestured towards the barstools next to the kitchen island. I slowly lowered myself onto one. Christian immediately noticed my struggle, and he gave me a shameless grin. "Was I a little too rough last night?" He asked.

I quickly shook my head no. "It was beyond amazing."

That made Christian's smile widen as he placed the finished breakfast on two plates for us.

"Unfortunately, I'm going to need to head out right after eating. We've all got a big day ahead of us."

I had almost forgotten that today was the Gala. All I wanted to do was spend the day in bed with this man, doing more sinful acts. I didn't want to have to throw on a suit and look presentable for an undetermined amount of time. The Gala usually started at around six in the evening, and went til about close to midnight.

The end time went to all hell when people started drinking. I remember Joan had sent me a picture of the event at two in the morning, still having a drunken blast with the company DJ.

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Breakfast was surprisingly amazing.

I say surprising, because I thought seeing Christian in a kitchen actually cooking, was a figment of my imagination. We cleared breakfast in record time, and Christian did the dishes before he eventually had to head out.

Me being the needy bitch I was, practically attached myself to him until he had to literally pick me up and set me down. I knew it was only going to be a few hours before we saw each other again, but that was going to be in a professional setting... and judging by how stressed he already seemed, I doubt we would get to spend much time actually enjoying the event together.

I spent the rest of the day trying to busy myself with the remaining house chores and some Workaholic reruns. Joan and Derek finally made it to my apartment around 3:50 to start getting ready.

"How were the... pies?" I asked Joan suggestively, as I wiggles my eyebrows at her. She threw her makeup brush at me. I narrowly missed getting hit in the head. That women had aim.

"It was fine." She replied with a layer of sass. "We cuddled a bit while watching some episodes of Doctor Who. My old ass ended up falling asleep halfway through the second episode, and I think he may have carried me to bed."

I practically fell off the bed from excitement.

"Fucking fuck you guys are so cute. No kiss?" I asked. She shook her head no, then facepalmed.

"I fell asleep before I could even lay any moves on the guy. He texted me this morning to let me know that he made it home okay. He asked if he could order me some breakfast. I told him to sell three of his expensive ass suits, and I'll think about it."

Ah, there was the woman I loved.

"Well done, my child. We're infiltrating the Ivanov's bad spending habits from the inside." I joked. She cracked up.

"He sent me a picture of three suits packaged for donating, then sent me another picture of a food delivery confirmation." She continued. My eyebrows raised so damn high, I thought they merged with my hairline.

"Shut the fuck up. He's donating them? Donating? I mean I've got nothing against donating, but I mean, them bitches were expensive!" I shot out as Joan disappeared inside the bathroom again.

"That's what I'm saying!" Joan called back.

"You wanna know how much Lo Mein you can buy with that suit money? A shit ton. Speaking of Lo Mein-" Derek started, but Joan quickly cut him off.

"No, Derek. No. The Gala will be catered. Save your appetite for that. It'll be a lot of great rich people food, and you're going to hate yourself for showing up full."

Derek pouted from his position besides me on my bed.

"Joan's right, Derek. Don't do it to yourself. It's starting in about an hour anyways. Speaking of which, I should probably start getting ready myself." I replied. "That suit looks like it's going to take five hundred years to get into."

"But you're going to look fantastic in it!" Joan chirped back.

And she wasn't wrong.

Her, Christian, and Brad had made a fantastic decision with the style and color. It was a dark grey with a white shirt, and salmon colored tie.

"I still think we should have gone with my option." Derek grumbled.

"You mean the hot pink flamingo suit you picked out?" Joan called out from the bathroom. "Not a fat chance in hell."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. The options Derek presented had to of been purposefully bad. There was no way he seriously thought I could show up to a company event in that.

But when I glanced down at his bright purple suit that was laid out in my bed... I wasn't so sure anymore.

Regardless of how excited I felt, there was just something about tonight that didn't sit well with me.

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