Yul's POV
"What are you doing here?" I whispered as I pulled her inside my office. I looked at my assistant and gave the signal to leave.
George didn't waste a second. She instantly grabbed me and get herself succumbed by my broad chest. "I missed you, shithead. How could you leave me like that?!"
As much as I wanted to push her away, my body couldn't.
I hugged her back, kissing her head.
"I'm sorry, wifey... I didn't want to leave you behind, just like that." I disengage from our hug and locked the door.
"Then why? I'm not some kind of an office mate that you could leave whenever you have made u your mind. YOU MARRIED ME, YUL!"
Someone bangs on my door. "Mr. Servano, I brought the paperwork you have to sign. Your door is locked, should I get the keys to open it?"
Shit! Not now...
Of all times, why does she have to disturb me now? Jeez.
"No, I will open it instead," I yelled, now looking at my wife. "Can you hide?"
Her facial expression shifted into a confused one like she was puzzled. "Why? Are you hiding your wife!?!"
She tightened her hug on me.
"Hey! Wifey?!" I murmured.
"I won't let go of you!"
Someone on my door kept on banging my door. "Sir? Are you okay?"
"I won't hide! Tch. How dare you keep my identity secret from your employees, Yul Matthew?!"
"It's not like that, wifey. That woman behind the door is one of my investors who wanted to work as my secretary. So I have to be formal whenever facing her, okay? She's not part of my employees."
"So what, Yul? I mean, yes, I understand that. But do you really have to go to that extent? You could tell her!"
Although it's hard for me to decide on my own, I have to. I pushed her a little, away from me and grips her shoulder.
"Wifey, you have to understand me now. I know it's difficult, but you have to. If you don't want to hide, then it's okay. Just stay there and don't act silly or mischievous. Understand?!"
She intentionally wrinkled her brows, but eventually went to my office chair and sat on it. I have two of them so she grabbed the other one and placed it beside the table.
Okay, it doesn't matter.
"What took you so long? I've been carrying all of this paperwork and it seems like you didn't care. Have you forgotten who I am, Mr. Servano?" She moved her face closer to me. "I am a Halle, Cara Halle."
Gosh...
I leaned my head backward. "Cara, this is my wife." I pointed at my wife who is now crossing her arms across her chest. But as I introduced her, she looked confident in herself.
I can see the shift in Cara's facial expression. From being flirty to annoyed. From the very beginning, I know she likes me. That's why I'm having doubts about whether it's good to introduce George as my wife or if it will ruin our agreement.
George stood up and extended her hand, Cara came closer to reach for it--- but that's just what I thought.
"Hey, why did you throw away her hands?" I said, standing before George.
"I can do what I please. I'm a Halle."
George butts in. "Duh, do you always have to mention your surname? Why don't you try to have yourself a nameplate placed on your breast as if you were a service crew? That way, no one will forget your surname, HALLE."
"Excuse me?" exclaimed Cara, furrowing her brows. "Who the hell are you to insult me?"
George still remains calm. I responded before George did, "You're the one who insulted my wife first, Cara. Please, let's proceed before anything big happen."
George cleared her throat. "I won't let this slide," she whispered looking away. Luckily, Cara didn't hear anything. That's nice.
Cara then seated in front of me and explain one by one the paperwork in her hand. Some of them are proposals from my employee, and some of them were approved once all I have to do now is to write my signature.
I suddenly felt George's hands traveling down my pants.
I looked at her and ask her without volume.
"Stop! You're intimidating me!"
"What should I do? You're making me jealous. I have to bless your dick again and perform a ritual to remind you, you are mine."
Damn... she's hot! How could she do this to me?!
God damn it.
We just met again after so many weeks. and here she goes again, just being herself.
"I will wreak havoc on your peaceful world." I bit my lower lip and wink at her.
Suddenly, Cara cleared her throat. "Are you listening? Or you're just getting immersed by that witch?!"
"No, I'm listening. And again, she's not a witch, but my wife."
"You heard him? Tch!" said George confidently.
Cara rolled her eyes upward and continued explaining the paperwork to me. But this evil wife of mine is giving me a hard time focusing.
Ugh... it hurts to stop your own libido to strike. Can't help but get immersed in her tricks.
My hands traveled down her legs. Until it can't help itself but get inside her skirt. My woman is opening it wider, giving me more access to her cunt.
Shit... so wet.
"Ahh..." she moaned, but it was almost above a whisper.
"So, sir, since we're all done, can you go outside now?"
"What?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't notice the drunkenness in my voice.
"Yes, I needed to talk to you."
"Why? Can't you say it here?" said George.
I butted in. I know that it will get worst so I have to stop it this instant. "Hey, we're not here to argue or anything---"
"Mr. Servano, it looks like you can't afford to remain wearing your sophistication whenever your wife is around. I'm afraid I might think of her as a threat to our conversation"
"Oh, now, I'm a threat?!" George stood up as she crossed her arms. "but that actually sounds amazing. if you're labeling me as a threat, I might think that you're referring to your relationship with my husband."
Cara went closer to George but she cant get close enough because I get in between again. "Will you stop this nonsense, Ms. Halle? I'll just go outside."
Her lips curved upward. "See? I think I wasn't the one who should get threatened, but you. It looks like I can manipulate and control Mr. Servano."
"ms. Halle, go outside. I don't think we have an agreement that you can insult my wife, especially in front of my face. will you please remain professional?"
Cara rolled her eyes as she gathered her things with her and stomp her feet to go outside.
"She's unbelievable, Yul. God, we just met! In fact, it shouldn't be the one to defend my name here, continuously claiming my title as your wife just to shoo away your admirers. It's getting me sick! what would you do now, huh?" George went closer and pulled my collar. Now, our faces are getting closer, only an inch away from each other's lips.
"What If I punch you---"
I didn't let her finish because I can't wait until later, so I already claimed her lips as I caressed her neck and cheeks, succumbed by my broad veiny hands.
She disengage from the kiss and whispered, "You always know how to get away from your mistake, dumbass."
"I just know that I needed you to know I am yours, and you're mine. you shouldn't question your position in my heart, and I wanted to always remind you that."
Kissing her again but deeper this time. who cares if Ms. Cara Halle is waiting outside my office? I've only seen my wife after weeks of enduring. I missed her o damn much.
My lips traveled to her neck, as my hands played with her nipples. I heard her moan and it gave me an instant booster! argh...
Now, I don't think I will ever go out now.
"You're making me feel drunk, wifey."
"That's my purpose, so you shouldn't go out."
as she said those, I pushed her slightly away from me. "You mean that?"
She looked confused. "As if I ever said a lie to you before? of course, I meant that!"
"Damn it, George. we needed to talk."
I looked at my mirror and fixed my posture, even my appearance. I'm afraid that my face has a lot of lipstick due to the intense kiss we shared together.
As I approached the door, she spoke, hugging her own body. "You're leaving me again?" she asked in her husky voice. any time now, she will burst into crying.
I went closer to George and embraced her body. her little affection for me is what I needed some time to recharge myself. "I won't leave you. I promise I won't do that again."
Before completely opening the door, I gave her one last look.
She looks desperate, depressed, and helpless. I brought her another pain... how could I cure her again?
She's always there to cure the missing pieces in my heart, yet I couldn't do it to her. damn it.
fine, I will do everything just to get back to her.
George's POV.
he told me he will only talk to his employee outside his very office.
IT'S BEEN THREE HOURS AND HE'S STILL NOT HERE! God damn it, I feel like I'm getting dry waiting for him.
No, I can't tolerate this anymore.
I went outside only to realize that the sun was down, and no one is there.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed. it was a text from my brothers and sisters. A few minutes after, a phone call from Harry pulled me to reality.
"Hello? Where are you?" he asked as soon as I picked up the call.
"Don't find me for now, Harry, please. I have some important things to do," I said while my eyes roam around the office.
"GEORGE!"
"What now, Harry? What are you planning to do to ruin my happiness again?"
He curses on the other side but I only heard it from afar. It looks like Harry put his phone away from his mouth before cursing. "You're with Yul Matthew?"
"A while ago. But he went out for a bit to talk with his employee." I walked around the office. Still, I couldn't find Yul.
"Fine, just don't come to me if ever he hurts you again," he snarled.
I smiled a bit. "I know you're concerned about me. However, you should consider my feeling, Harry. Not all the time, your guts are real."
"You're only saying that," he cursed. "Although sometimes I'm not making a good decision, whenever we're talking about your husband, I know I'm always right!"
I laughed. "Crazy! Haha! Trust me. That's all I wanted you to do, bro. Trust me."
I hung up the call.
Choosing between my siblings and Yul, that's what Harry loves to do.
I don't really understand what's wrong with him!
All I wanted is to make things up with my husband and enjoy my right to decide for my own good.
I'm not some kind of a little girl that always needed their opinions and all.
Aish! Instead of thinking about them, I'll just find Yul.
But I heard gossip that rings in my head.
"Is she his lover this time?" said the girl as she sips her coffee.
"God! I thought she was an investor?" asked her gay friend as she makes faces.
"Yes, and in order to be closer to Mr. Servano, she has decided to work with him! How cunning, right?"
"Jeez! But I thought Mr. Servano have a wife?"
YES! FUCKING SHIT! I AM HIS WIFE!
"Well, as far as I know, they've broken up."
"WHAT?!" I can't help but shout. I should clear my name!!!
"Who the hell are you?" said the girl who started the rumor as she makes annoying faces again.
"My wife."