Seventy-Seven

|Chapter 77|

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I'm cleaning our bedroom after a long meeting with a few clients and he has been in his office doing work all day.

"Baby?" I hear from the door.

"Yes, lovey?"

"Do you want me to prepare lunch or were you planning on cooking?"

"I'll cook." He begins to walk towards me and I stop him. "Nope, don't come any closer."

"Just one kiss," he pleads.

"No, because it already looks like you're sleeping in the guest room."

"Alright then, can I get my charger?" Seb asks.

"Where is it?" He thinks he's slick but I know him.

"The nightstand."

"Ok." I watch as he walks by me to get his charger and he unexpectedly turns and lifts me into his arms. "Baby," I whine.

"What?" His arms are wrapped tightly around me as he lays kisses on my neck.

"I think one of us needs to leave the house for a while," I say lowly.

"I agree," he mumbles and continues down to my chest.

"Now I know why we don't spend more that one day together," I giggle and move his face towards mine.

"One day is too little and a little over a day is too much."

I sigh, "We're not taking any vacations alone until we're married."

"Can we get married next week or something and skip the formalities?"

"No, lovey. I love tradition. If I can wait, then you can."

"I'm joking," he mumbles in my neck. "I'm going to the office just to make sure everything is under control and you're coming with me."

"Why?" I pout. "I was gonna cook, eat, and relax."

"I'm not leaving you here alone and you know why."

"Fine," I roll my eyes. "Put me down."

"I'm sorry," he lets me down.

"Stop apologizing," I kiss his cheek. "I'm not mad at you."

"I know."

"I'm going to get changed and we can leave."

"Wear something appropriate for my office please. I'm going to make a dress code specifically for you," he smacks my butt as I walk away.

He's totally bluffing, he would never do that.

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"What is this?" I fold my arms.

"The dress code that I told you about," he smirks.

"Baby, this is insane. I can't show my legs?"

"Mhm. You can wear pants like those," he points to my outfit.

"And you can't call me that here," he folds his arms.

"I don't care. I'll call my man whatever I want." I quickly catch myself, "Stop distracting me, Emilian!"

"Don't blame me, I'm not doing anything."

"You could've at least made reasonable rules."

"Well, the good thing is that it applies to everyone."

"Seb, now I have to go shopping and you know how difficult it is to find clothes that I like."

"I'll let you slide... sometimes. But I had to enforce some rules, baby. It's not because of you, it's because I need to make sure my employees are staying in check."

"You could have been a bit more lenient than this. However, I somewhat agree with the no cleavage rules, but Seb, you know some tops cannot fully cover my breasts."

"I'm not complaining," his eyes move to my cleavage. "So, that's why I'll be more lenient with my woman."

"Baby, that's not fair."

"Just give this a few weeks and maybe it won't be so bad. We still have to go shopping."

"Fine, but just know I'm wearing what the hell I want when we go out." I usually wear clothes that are more comfortable but I don't mind wearing something scandalous to piss him off.

"And I'll be there to cover you up," he smirks. Unfortunately, he's right, ugh.

I roll my eyes, "Bye, I have work to do."

"I love you, baby"

"I love you too, but shut up." I hear him laugh loudly as the door shuts.

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"Hi, Elara!" Isa greets me, smiling. "You look happy," she nudges my shoulder.

I blush, "Yeah, I really am. I didn't know I could be this happy."

"I'm so happy for you," she squeals while holding her belly. OH MY GOSH.

I gasp, "Wait!?" she looks at me nervously. "Congratulations!"

"Oh my gosh, no, it was supposed to be a surprise," she says, shaking.

"It's okay, Isa," I hug her. "How far along are you?"

"Four months."

"Wow, do you know the gender as yet?"

"Yes, but I'm not going to spoil that too. I'm having a gender reveal party this weekend and I would love for you to be there."

"Of course, I'll be there, hun. Have you started showing as yet?"

"Yes but it's not very noticeable in loose clothing. Luckily this style of clothes isn't out of the ordinary."

"Oh my goodness," I hug her again. "I'm so happy for you. I cannot wait till that little munchkin arrives. Congratulations again!"

"Thank you," she smiles.

"Isa?" I hear a familiar voice call out. There's no way.

"Oh, I don't think you met Sara. She's Zara's replacement."

"Sorry, I have to be somewhere right now." Without looking back, I march my way to the elevator and up to Emilian's office.

"Emilian!" I shout as soon as I enter his office and I'm immediately embarrassed. About 15 men are standing in his office and now staring at me.

"Look away," Emilian commands and they all turn away from me. "Yes, my love?"

"I need to speak to you."

"How urgent is it?"

"Very urgent."

"Alright boys, we'll finish this meeting later."

"At what time, Sir?" one of them asks.

"Midnight at the regular location ."

"Yes, Sir," they respond and they all exit through Emilian's personal elevator.

"What happened, love?" he walks up to me.

"I thought you killed her," I whisper.

"Who?" he asks confusingly.

"Sara," I fold my arms.

He sighs frustratingly, "I didn't do it in respect of you. Why are you asking? Did she message you or something?"

"No, Emilian. She's in the damn building and working in our establishment."

"What do you mean she's in this building?"

"Seb, I was just with Isa in the filing room and she was behind me."

"I'll call security," he sighs. "And then I'm taking you home."

"I'm fine." I'm not.

"No, you're not."

It's like every time I'm going somewhere in life, something has to sneak up and pull me back into reality.

"Stay here."

"Hell no. I'm going with you."

"Elara, it's ok, my office is safe."

"I don't care. I only feel safe with you."

"Fine," he leads me to the elevator.

We arrive on the bottom floor to see Sara being escorted by security and her shouting can be heard throughout the first floor. A few employees are recording not so discreetly which is quite annoying, but that is not my concern at the moment.

After a few minutes, her eyes finally land on us and she's visibly upset. "How could you?!" she shouts accusingly. "You left me for a stupid rich old man!"

I take Emilian's hand and say to the men holding her, "I don't want to hear anything from her. Please get her out of here."

"And make sure she doesn't step foot in this establishment again," Emilian tells them sternly. As she is was taken out of the door, he pulls me into him and kisses my forehead, "Come on, we're going home."

"But I have to explain to Isa-," he cuts me off.

"You can do that later."

"Fine," I sigh.

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Emilian has been ignoring me ever since we left the car. Nevertheless, he made sure I was okay and I told him I was fine. I just needed time alone.

Seeing her today was not what I wanted or needed but it didn't affect me as much as I thought it would.

He knows that I'm good but now he's avoiding me. I have an idea as to why, but I won't assume. He's of course in his office working and I know he has a meeting in about three hours, so I made us dinner.

I knock quietly and I hear him say, "Come in."

"Hi, baby," I greet him. "I brought dinner and I came to check up on you."

"Thank you, love." He pecks my lips and takes the plate of food.

"Before you continue, we have to talk."

"Okay," he sucks in a deep breath and turns to me.

"Lovey, why are you so nervous and ignoring me?" I ask, caressing his cheek.

"I don't know."

"You do know I love you so much right?"

"Yes."

"And I wouldn't change a thing about you."

"Yes."

"Ok, so what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he pecks my lips. "I love you and I miss you." He groans and pulls me into a long kiss. "But... I have to leave soon," he mumbles against my lips.

I pull back and ask, "Wasn't your meeting scheduled for midnight."

"I have something to do before that."

"When will you be home?"

"Maybe 3 a.m."

"Awww, I guess I'll go to sleep early tonight."

"I'll be back in time to cuddle you, comfort you, and give you booty rubs."

"You better," I roll my eyes playfully.

"Will you eat dinner with me?" he asks.

"Yeah, but how much time do you have before you leave?"

"I'm leaving whenever you want me to."

"Do not give me that power because I promise you would be laid up in that bed past midnight."

He chuckles and his eyes remain on me. "I don't want to go."

"But you have to," I caress his face.

"Tell me you want me to stay."

"I want you to go and do your job."

"Wrong answer," he groans and wraps his hands around my waist.

"Eat, lovey."

He sighs and grabs the plate, "Have you eaten anything?"

"No, but I will when you're gone," I stand up and peck his lips. "I'll be downstairs when you decide to leave."

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"Good morning, baby," I whisper as she walks out of the bathroom.

"Good morning," she replies sleepily.

"You sound more tired than me," I mumble and pull her into my arms.

"Because I was waiting for you like a dummy and then fell asleep after two long hours."

"You're not dumb, baby. You are just stubborn," I chuckle.

"Shut up," she smiles. "I love your messy hair so much," she tells me as she plays in my hair.

"Why? I think I need a trim."

"Ooo, can I cut your hair?"

I try to ignore her and ask, "Are you excited for my family to arrive?"

She gasps and sits up, "Lovey?!"

"Yes, my love?" I act clueless.

She crosses her arms and I watch as her cleavage becomes more visible in the tank top she's wearing.

"Would you let me cut your hair?" She gives me that look that tells me I better be wise with my answer.

"I love you, baby. But I only trust one human with my hair." I refuse to let anybody other than Lucian touch my hair. It's a brother thing. We only cut each other's hair because we trust each other that much.

"Men and their hair," she rolls her eyes and lays back on my chest.

"Look at me," I say, tapping her thigh.

"No," she replies. "You know why."

"What? I'm too close," I adjust her legs that are laying on my waist.

"Yes, and I would like to do something productive today," she pushes against me as she stands up.

"I'm not doing anything, baby," I groan frustratingly.

"I'm going to make breakfast, are you coming with me?" I look at her stretched-out hands. I can just lift her little body back onto this bed, but I won't for my sake.

"Mhm," I bit my bottom lip and smile at her.

"You're going to have to stop looking at me like that,

Seb," she looks away and blushes. I love when I make her blush; she's adorable.

"That booty looks good in those shorts." Too good.

"Give me one of your larger sweatpants," she instructs me. "I'm actually a little cold anyway." Dammit. I talk too much.

"Are you really cold though?" I smirk and lean down to grab her butt.

She giggles and tells me, "Yes, I am, Seb. Now get me the pants before I whack you with a pillow."

"Ok, ok," I raise my hands in defense. "Black or gray."

"Gray because I want to match you."

"Of course you do." She slips it on and we both head downstairs.

"Can we go to the gym tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, I don't think I have anything tonight. I'll let you know if that changes."

"Good. And I know you have meetings tomorrow but please make time for when your family arrives. Are you staying home tomorrow?" I ask.

"Yes, baby, I am. I need to make sure the house is spotless and ready for the family." I watch as she pours a cup of coffee for me and passes it to me.

"Thank you," I say relieved.

"You're welcome, lovey."

"When is date night scheduled for?"

"Um, we haven't chosen anything yet," she responds.

"How is tonight?"

"I'm working late to make up for yesterday, so it can't be tomorrow."

"What about Saturday?" I look at my phone calendar.

"No can do. I have food taste testing and I have to speak with the event organizers about decorations and seating plans."

"All day?"

"Yes, Seb. I'll be tired."

I sigh, "Damn, I hate our jobs."

She hugs me, "We'll figure it out, baby."

"Yeah, you're right," I said disappointedly. I know we technically had date night not too long ago but I enjoy that short, intimate amount of time with my baby.

"Put a smile on that handsome face and help me with breakfast."

"Alright, alright." I grab her waist and peck her lips. Damn, I wish I could kiss her all day.

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