Co-Workers to Lovers; Albert Wesker
Warnings: Cheating boyfriend (reader's bf, not Wesker), alcohol consumption, implied nsfw.
Working alongside Albert Wesker was⌠interesting.
He was cold, rude, blunt, and so on with all his workers, except for you.
He wasnât a lot nicer, but there wasnât the same amount of judgement, hatred, and annoyance in his tone when he spoke to you.
If it wasnât for the fact that he would kill them, your co-workers would joke that he has a sweet spot for you.
It wasnât like you didnât have one for him also. Most of your co-workers hated you for the special treatment you got from Wesker, so he was basically all you had at Umbrella.
Your boyfriend wasnât fond of your work-relationship with Albert, something about how he âdidnât trust the creepâ and how âheâs trying to steal you from meâ.
You never believed any of that, but then again, you never believed that your boyfriend would cheat on you either.
Well, until the night you came home from work earlier than usual to the sound of moans from your bedroom.
At first, you thought maybe he was masturbating. After all, it had been a while since you two had last had sex. Work Albert had been keeping you busy.
The moment you heard the female moans, you knew what was happening, but you couldnât stop yourself from entering the room.
âReally?â You asked him, watching his face morph from pleasure, to shock, to anger.
âYouâre home early!â
âClearly.â
Without another word, you left the room as your boyfriend of three years rushed to put his pants on and chase after you, but before he could reach you, you had already left, beginning to walk in the pouring rain.
You didnât know what to do or where to go, so you ended up back at work. They had beds for those doing 24-hour shifts, so you could just take one of those.
âI thought you finished for today. Why are you here, and why are you wet? Youâre dripping on the floor.â Whilst his words would seem annoyed, there was an underlying tone of concern in Albertâs tone.
âMy boyfriend cheated on me; I walked here in the rain. Sorry, Sir.â You whispered, avoiding eye contact.
Had you been paying attention, you would have noticed the way his jaw clenched in anger, but all you heard was an annoyed sigh followed by you being told to follow him.
He took you to his office, bluntly telling you to sit before leaving the room.
You waited, eyes still staring at the floor rather than the room around you.
You were embarrassed more than anything. First your boyfriend cheats on you for God only knows how long, and now youâre crying to your boss.
âItâs not your fault.â Weskerâs deep voice sounds from behind you, the weight of a towel being placed on your shoulder pulls you from your self-deprecating thoughts.
You shrug and he sighs again, taking a seat in his chair.
âLook at me.â You do.
It isnât easy for him, not at all, but he does do his best to put on a somewhat kinder face and try to comfort you.
âHeâs a moron. Donât worry about that idiot. You deserve better.â He says. âYou deserve meâ sounds his internal voice, but he ignores it.
With a quiet sigh, you nod and agree. âThank you, Sir.â
âAlbert is quite fine, Dear.â The name causes you to blush and you silently pray that he doesnât notice or will just pass it off as you being cold, but he isnât stupid.
âThank you, Albert.â
Wesker canât deny the way his body reacts when his name rolls from your tongue, but he can sure as hell ignore it. He doesnât need feelings. He isnât capable of them, he tells himself.
âYou can stay in my office for the time being. I finish in an hour or two, Iâll drive you back to my place.â It wasnât an invitation, it was a demand, but one that you didnât want to turn down.
âThank you.â You repeat, and he simply nods, passing you some dry clothes, and leaving to return to work.
Once he finished work, Albert gathered his things and lead you to his car.
Being the gentleman he is, although it was only for you, he held the door open for you, enjoying the way you blushed and muttered a thank you.
The drive was quiet. It was late, dark, and you were both deep in your thoughts.
He was wondering if he had made a mistake inviting you to stay at his home until you were back on your feet. He didnât know how long he could go without kissing or touching you, but it also didnât sit right with him making you stay at Umbrella offices where it wasnât safe, or with your cheating boyfriend.
However, all you could think about was how good he looked driving, his hands tightened around the wheel and the gearstick. There was something oddly attractive about it.
Despite him being deep in his own thoughts, he didnât fail to notice and couldnât help the smirk on his lips which made you blush once again.
âWeâre here,â he said, quickly moving to open your door for you and lead you into his mansion house, enjoying the shock on your face.
âThank you, Albert,â you smiled at him as soon as you two were sat with drinks in your hands. âIt means a lot to me. More than you can imagine.â
âItâs no problem, Dear.â
Over the weeks that you had stayed at his place, it was safe to say that you and Albert had grown closer, the same as your feelings had grown more for one another.
Albert was working more to keep himself busy, as were you, but the drives home were becoming more and more painful each time.
It was obvious to him that you had feelings for him, but he was him. Albert Wesker isnât exactly the king of relationships, or even friendships; he had betrayed everyone in his life, after all.
He couldnât resist, however, placing his large hand on your thigh as he drove, enjoying the way you tensed up beneath his touch and a blush ran to your cheeks, but you remained silent.
Having enjoyed your reaction, this was something he began doing every journey. He loved seeing you flustered, even more so when you stuttered when he spoke to you during the drive.
âNo need to stutter, Dear. Itâs only us.â He would say with a smirk.
You didnât know how much longer you could last without touching him either, but you were afraid of rejection. Sure, he touched you, but what if he didnât want you to touch him.
He could sense your hesitation and didnât expect you to ever do anything, at least, until you laid your hand on top of his that rested on your thigh, your head lying on the glass of the window. It was clear you were tired, and perhaps that was why you were doing it.
You fell asleep that drive, the sound of rain and feeling of Albertâs hand touching your own lulling you into a deep sleep, one that he didnât want to wake you from., so he didnât. Instead, he carefully lifted you and carried you to the room you had been staying in. Your room.
Your relationship grew closer from there. You trusted him and, scarily enough for him, he trusted you also.
You went out one night with your friends, Wesker telling you to call him when you were ready to come home, and he would pick you up; he didnât trust anyone but himself to get you home safely.
You had talked about him all night, leaving your friends wondering what was happening between you both. That was when you finally admitted it to yourself: you loved him.
Whilst the thought had always been there, completely admitting it to yourself was terrifying, but it had to be done.
However, the only way you felt you could properly think on this was by drinking more.
When it reached 3am, you texted him telling him youâll get a cab since he was likely asleep.
Donât be stupid, Iâll come get you. I canât sleep. Where are you? Came his immediate reply. He would never admit it, but he stayed up worrying about you.
He was there moments later, helping you into the car so you didnât fall with a sigh.
âAre you mad at me?â You asked upon realising that he wasnât touching you for the first time in weeks.
âNo.â
âAre you sure?â
âIâm sure.â
âThen why arenât you touching me?â
âYouâre drunk. Iâm not touching you whilst youâre drunk, Y/N.â
A blush ran up your cheeks at the realisation and your drunk self couldnât stop the words leaving your lips.
âBut what if I want you to? What if I want you to do more than hold my thigh?â Youâd regret that in the morning, but you were too drunk to care.
Albertâs hand tightened on the wheel at your words, doing his best to calm his breathing before responding.
âYouâre still drunk. Iâm not taking advantage of you whilst youâre under the influence. If you still want it tomorrow, then I will.â Were the final words for the night before you fell asleep and he, yet again, carried you inside, the smallest smile on his lips.
The following morning you were terrified of facing him, remembering what you had said, so you stayed inside your room until noon when a knock came on your door.
âI know youâre awake, Y/N. We need to talk.â Came his stern voice that had both your heart and thoughts racing, assuming the worst.
âOkay.â Came your meek response as you opened the door, allowing him into the room.
It was silent for a few moments, before you offered him a seat beside you.
âDid you mean what you said last night?â He asked, staring at you. âBe honest, I wonât be offended in you say no.â
His words confused you, but as you stared at him, you couldnât help but notice the way his pupils dilated whilst he stared back, lips slightly parted. You werenât dumb, you knew what that meant. He wanted you the same way you wanted him.
Rather than responding, you closed the gap between both of you, his hands instantly moving to push the straps of your dress that you had failed to change out of down your shoulders.
Once you pulled away, breathless and half undressed, he chuckled quietly.
âIâll take that as a yes.â He teased, but you ignored it and pressed your lips to his again in desperation.
Maybe it had always been him since you met him. Maybe your cheating ex-boyfriend was just what made you realise that.
One-shot (Cheating Heart) coming soon!
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