𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗲𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 is in deep shit after hearing very, very bad news from the board members, but —
worry, not 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 is 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 to 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 or to 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦.
𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒎 , 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔.
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝗯𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
Satoru couldn't believe the utter nonsense that these brainless were spewing right in front of his face. Never in his 40 years, he heard something so fucking absurd. The board members that were arguing with each other for 30 minutes now collectively fell into silence after taking a peek at their ceo — who didn't have the best reputation going around.
" sir, we absolutely can not lose this deal if we do by any chance — our stock with plummet." It's like they were rubbing it on his face at this point.
A $42 Billion deal. If it fails, Gojo cooperation ’s stock will plummet, and him — the CEO could be ousted by his very own board now stare at him like a flockof birds who trying to either save him from eaten alive or his remaining flesh get eaten by them.
Looking up at his bourgeois high ceiling, Satoru took in a careful breath. The meeting room was suffocating, he was currently on the top of the world but he realised he was never really free to be begin with. And that realisation only left a bitter after taste in his mouth.
He tried to remember the exact words that were thrown at him yesterday — that awfully sounded like a indirect insult. That fucking old man, can he just die and hand over his company to his first born son, that was balding already. Isn't he like 100 or something?? Satoru mentally rolled his eyes while trying to guess that old frat's age.
It all happened in such a short time too, he couldn't even fucking eat his dinner after hearing that traditional bullshits. During a private dinner in Tokyo he attended recently, Chairman Hasegawa dropped an awfully polite looking time ticking bomb. He mentioned that Hasegawa Industries only did partners with leaders who value long-term legacy over short-term profit.
Then that old fuck dared to side eye him while practically tasting out the words that came out of his mouth after. The absolute audacity!! If only,
His secretary — the only one who he can trust and truly stood by his side.
The Chairman had implied that if the CEO — while looking dead in the fucking eye, he might add — who cannot commit to a life partner, he cannot be trusted with a multi-decade partner alliance.
It's hilarious how he thought that's all he would say but he underestimate how messy old traditionalists can be. That old man didn't forget to highlight the fact of his personal dating life and quoting the history of brief, public relationships with models, he had in passing years.
He had been living like a Saint for past 5 years, but he's reputation couldn't be repaired by merely taking a break from dating either.
Satoru's blood was boiling every fucking time, when he get flashbacks of that evening. But he could tolerate all that shit but,
To save the deal on the spot, he had to fucking lie. Satoru had to swear that he had actually been in a serious, quiet relationship for almost a year and is planning for a private wedding. The old man was delighted and immediately demanding that Satoru must bring his new fiancée to the final, week-long Merger Summit in Kyoto in three months to sign the contract.
He just fucking made his death bed so he might as well fucking lie down on it.
After dismissing that board meeting of utter bullshit. He finally could relax at the blissful silence now stretched throughout the space. Now, how the fuck is he gonna find a wife in just 3 months. It's not like he can advertise it on the television. If Hasegawa Chairman gets a whiff of his fat ass lie, he's done for.
He looked up from his devastated stance to your approaching figure. Satoru let out a pleased groan at the sight of sugary sweet caramel ice latte you slid down on the table — in front of him. Quickly taking a sip of the sugar monastery of his, he finally gained some energy to figure things out before he gets strangled by his own web of lies.
" So, i did a brief background check on Hasegawa Heavy Industries Chairman. He seemed like an extreme — "
" Yeah, he takes the old customs very seriously — he recently disowned his youngest son after finding out he had a child out of wedlock." Satoru rolled his eyes after hearing this, how typical of that old man. Disowning his own family left and right for mundane things.
" All he could be described as a person who puts his reputation and honour above everything else. He is a traditionalist through and through who believes a man can not rule a corporate empire if he can not maintain a stable, traditional household. He despises American corporate volatility and the new generations leadership."
You can't even believe the very information that you find out about the new business partner of the Gojo Corporation's. Reading it out loud felt utterly absurd even more than writing the whole thing down on your tablet.
" What is this, 1970s or something!! It's 2026, for God's sake." You plopped down unceremoniously in the comfy chair that was sat right to the CEO's gigantic one. Satoru looked at you with a soft fondness that exclusively reserved for you, only. After all these years of working under him — you gradually came out of your shell and started to be very comfortable around him. Kind of comfortable where you stick your tongue out to him — the CEO who is decades older than mind you, and took a long slip from his drink.
" Yuck!! It's too sweet, you gonna get diabetes very soon and die. Just remember to have my name on your will, okay?? I want your beach house in bali." you continued to yap his ear off while still slipping the very drink you called yuck, 5 seconds ago.
" yes, Your Highness. How dare I forget about your important request." Satoru dramatically drawled out his words while taking the tablet from your hands and looking the information by himself.
" um sire?? " nope, he didn't like that disgusting sweet fake ass professional voice of yours at all. The very voice that left his all business partners very satisfied by feeding their ridiculous egos just right. " what is it? Spill it out. And no,you absolutely cannot take any vacations yet." Satoru held his hand out in front of your face without even looking up from the tablet he was scrolling on.
" it's not that. Ugh, I want to resign." he must be having hallucinations after all this stress being put upon his shoulders. " repeat that again. I might have misheard something." He still wouldn't look up from that damn tablet. Grinding your teeth nervously, you repeat what you just said earlier and stood up because you were sweating buckets, even under the air conditioner that blasted to the fullest.
Satoru finally looked up and landed his gaze directly at you, the means one thing. That man is pissed off beyond limits. " You, see my mother is pestering me for sometimes now — saying I should settle down and get married and stuff. I was avoiding her as much as possible, but she threatened me that if I didn't meet this guy she hand pick for me, she would come here and whoope my ass and yours too apparently because I always used the same excuse saying, you don't gimme any leaves. Well, it's not like that's a complete lie. You don't gimme any vacations, though."
You kept rambling like a broken record while he tried to catch up to your talking speed and understand everything that came out of your mouth at 2× speed. " um, so I really don't have any choice you see." you peeked at him under your lashes slowly while passing the ball to him.
" if you don't go to meet this potential partner of yours, your mother will come here and whoope your ass and mine too?!"
" yeah. I will hand out the resignation letter by tomorrow evening." You nodded at yourself while Satoru awfully looked like he's gonna have a stroke at any moment now.
" I'll double your salary. Stay."
" I fear my mother too much to cave in for money."
" five times more than the salary I pay for you now."
" Have you finally gone insane with all the sugar you inhale down to your throat more than the h2o you consume."
" HR will flip out and probably sue both of us." you sighed like you were dealing with a 5 year old child who throwing a tantrum over to stop his favourite nanny from leaving. Then Satoru slammed his poor tablet on to the glass table. You flinched away from the sudden display of aggression. It's not the first time, you saw him crash the fuck out but this was the first time he crashed out over you. Well, everything has a first time so nothing you couldn't handle.
" I'll dismiss the HR, those fuckers weren't doing anything anyway, the only thing that they were good at is messing things up." Satoru was not angry. He was not that kind of person. He doesn't get angry.
He wanted nothing but to fucking break things, sometimes even burn this very building to the ground.
" I thought we were over this conversation and for the record, I already get paid more than an average secretary in this country ever get paid for. Probably even more than a fucking neurologist." You threw your hands dramatically to likely to make a point. You were literally pointing out the obvious.
" well, you're not just an average secretary. Your salary is more than justified and if someone disagree, I'll see them in court. " Satoru was daring you to point out the people who called you an average employee. He's just as dramatic as always. You mentally rolled your eyes at his fuming figure, walking around the room like he's pants were on fire.
" the bali beach house. I'll turn it to your name by tomorrow morning. How's that? Is it enough to convince you to stay with me." you couldn't help but gape like a fucking fish at him, utterly speechless by his bizarre bribes that — you were now at a lose of thinking what to say back to them. " sure, I love that beach house, but you know I was just joking around, right? When i ask you to pass its keys to me."
" well, I'm clearly not joking right now." Satoru gestured at himself as to prove a point that he was indeed very serious. " anything you said over the 10 minutes, does not solve my problem at home." You were not happy with resigning either, you loved working here. With him. But you cannot stress your old mother any longer. You've been such a neglectful daughter to her for the last 5 years now. It's only fair for her to blow up on you. But she sure did guilt tripping you to quitting your job here. Satoru took in your distress self, he hadn't seen such a withered expression on your face. It didn't suit your sunny personality at all.
He's just blind. You were the biggest grump hanging around.
" your mother wants to see you get married, yes? Then why not marry me rather than whatever pest you're supposed to meet?? you know that I've to get married in three months too, so why not killing two birds with one stone??"
" You don't even know him. Stop insulting innocent people." Satoru clicked his tongue in annoyance after getting scolded by you. He didn't like displeasing you. It's just put him off for some reason. " it's just my instinct. I don't have a good feeling about him." He grumbled, sulking while kicking imaginary dirt on the plush carpeted floor.
He's such a child, sometimes.
" where do you think you're going right now?" Satoru raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at you already holding the door handle. " get your stubborn ass back here." You immediately let go of the door handle after hearing his stern voice that was barely used towards you. Pouting slightly you made your way back to his side and look at the chair he was pointing out to you to sit down, before even you could sit down properly he grabbed the arm rest of the chair with both of his hands and dragged your poor little self awfully close to him. It all happened so fast that you just stared at him dumbfounded.
Satoru leaned down so fucking close to your eye level — you felt his warm breath tickling your eye lashes. Deliberately avoiding his intense eyes that were fishing out your gaze ruthlessly, you chose to glare at the nothing but the empty space. " don't ever avoid my eyes, now look at me — please." at least he had the decency to say please, and your name slipped from his devastatingly handsome, pretty pink lips oh so quietly. The intensity of the moment made your face burn with embarrassment.
You gathered your wits to finally look at right into his eyes, they were so blue that you swear they sparkled like the sunlight hits the ocean waves. Fighting the very urge to close your eyes tightly, you just brased yourself to whatever gonna happen inside this room.
" I see you blushing, miss secretary."
" I'm just embarrassed by this whole y/n ceo thingie that's going on right now."
" never mind, not that your old ass might now what's going on with my generation."
Satoru let out a heavy sigh after making out your murmurings, just barely one might add — he doesn't even know who's the sane person here. It's obviously not him and neither his little secretary either. God bless this company.
" I'm not that old, you know? I'm only 40 years old."
" you've been saying that for a while now." You fired right up at him, seeing your pouting self glaring at the floor, he bite back a chuckle. " want me to show you my birth certificate." Satoru kneeled down in front of you and tried to take a good look at your face that was facing the floor.
" you've one? I thought you were so old that birth certificates didn't exist in the era you were born." He finally got a glimpse of your face that was hidden by your hair that was covering half of your face. You were smiling, teasing at him. Pushing his buttons left and right.
" what do you even take me for? A caveman from ice age? "
" something little close to that."
" You little demon." Satoru gasped at the utter audacity of you laughing right at his face. Your laugh was so contagious that he couldn't help but let out a chuckle of his own. Here he is, laughing at his own misery.
" You can't be serious!! YOU'RE LIKE 100 YEARS OLD !! " you were enjoying this situation, way more than you liked to admit while Satoru gasped loudly and clutched his imaginary pearls ever so dramatically. " I'M NOT. I'm telling you, ugh, I'm only 42 this year."
" well, that's make it even more worse. I'm just half of your age!!! This is simply unacceptable."
" says who? Tell them to meet me in the court, professionally."
" You just can't fucking throw lawsuits like you're feeding the street pigeons."
" I've a big ass law committee of my own so why not taking a use of it rather that let those fuckers lazing all day around."
" ykw?? You're so infuriating!! " you silently screamed while throwing your hands so angrily. You're minutes away from ripping away your CEO'S beautiful white hair locks. " you only figuring it out now?? After all those years working for me." Satoru had that absolutely infuriating, agitating smug look on his face, you wanted to scratch his face with your prettily maintained manicure nails. And Satoru would probably like that, which makes it even worse.
" that's not something you could be fucking proud of!! " you hissed right onto his annoyingly handsome face.
" no, it's something you should be scared of." Still grinning like the fucking Grinch that stole the Christmas cheer by beating shit out of the Santa's fat ass, Satoru basked in the victory of winning the argument.
He didn't btw. He's just delusional.
" have you lost your mind??! whatever, I'm not even surprised that your old age is finally catching up to you to fry your bird brain. I'm done with this stupid argument. I'm grabbing my stuff and going home." your voice held finality and tried to escape this forced proximity that being cooking up between you two. But Satoru just kneeled there at your feet while bodily blocking your way up. " move, you fat fuck." you wanna do nothing but kick his balls and annihilate his unborn children.
" not until you accept my proposal. Marry me, please."
" what are you, 4?? stop acting like a child. And adding please to end of every sentence like sprinkles of sugar doesn't get you anywhere."
" enough. we're going on a date. Take a half day and go freshen up, I'll pick you up at 6pm."
" then I guess I would've to throw your pretty ass on to my shoulders and kidnap you from your apartment." the absolute audacity of this man. he really doesn't give a fuck about your opinion in this matter.
" I'm gonna sue you for threatening me like this." you pointed your finger at him while with a look of betrayal painting on your face. The whole office is mad. There was a pin drop silence as the giant clock in the wall only did occasional sound of ticking. Satoru slowly stood up from the floor he was still kneeling and stare down at you. The thing here is you were both so stubborn as fuck. So you didn't back down either, staring up and him while your chin held high.
" I would like to see you try, sweetheart." that fucking smug fucking piece of shit.
" this is unacceptable. ABUSING POWER and authority." your manicure nails were itching to scratch whatever skin you could reach at the moment. Of course Satoru knew this nasty habit of yours. He remembered this one time all too clearly — to this day like it happened only yesterday. You scratching the face of a male employee who didn't stop flirting and touching you without the consent at a company dinner.
He had to fucking physically remove your body and hands from the man who was clearly bleeding down to his face with scratching marks marking his face like he just got attacked by a pissed of cat. Hauling your stubborn ass that was still trying to break free from his arms to get back to your unfinished business before, as if you didn't almost end the poor man's appearance to life.
Satoru, of course, was very pleased by your feisty attitude. He immediately fired the man and made sure he absolutely would not get another job at any company in the country ever again.
While Satoru was walking down the memory lane, you stood there silently contemplating the consciousness of damaging your infuriatingly handsome CEO'S billion dollar worthy face. Yeah, it was a lot actually. You would've to go to jail for at least 3 years for that. So you calmed down your horses. Barely being the keyword was not very reassuring.
" where the fuck are you going." Satoru was brought back to earth by the ominous screeching sound of the double doors to his meeting room being opening. You glared at him so hard that if looks could kill, he would be dropped dead by 3rd degree burning.
" to die. Possibly lights away from your old ass." you seethe like an angry cat that hadn't been fed for second time since the morning.
The door was slammed shut so hard like that the material had personally offended you. The very floor started to shake a little because of the impact of shutting the door so roughly.
" see, she has the soon to be madame gojo potential in her." Satoru mumbled to himself while smothering out his eyebrows that were tensed after all those banter happened between the two of you.
He's gonna get wrinkles sooner or later because of you. And his sudden decision of wife you up was only sealing the deal.
6: 00 𝒑𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕.
right on time — punctual as always.
Now, now why are we lying.
He's never the one to appear at right on time but for you — he could make anything possible when it's come to you.
Satoru cleared his throat while trying to fix his hair — be presentable for you, of course. He looked nervous.
Satoru Gojo, the solace heir to the multi dollar corporation, impossible.
He really wasn't that nervous.
He's so fucking sacred that he will fuck up everything, he planned at a very short time after proposing to you in his very meeting room so unceremoniously.
Satoru prayed for whatever God that watched over him. Please don't get me killed or scratched by the little demon that lived right behind that very door, he's standing in front of.
Oh, Brother, this man is hopeless.
He pressed his ears onto the door, and check if the atmosphere was right or not. Like he didn't want to get his head smashed by a fucking flower vase or whatever you would grab to throw at his way. But then he heard this —
agitating, grating voice.
Your voice came out muffled through the door or he's just deaf cause of his old age. Obviously,
𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬, 𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑶𝑶𝑶𝑶𝑶𝑶𝑶 𝑹𝑼𝑫𝑬!!!
𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑰 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬???
~𝑰 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑵'𝑻 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑺𝑺𝑺!!!! "
What the fuck is going on — Satoru couldn't help but frown, who the fuck are you talking with like that. Is this one of your many questionable copying mechanisms. Did someone really say that you were so rude? Is it another employee. Why didn't you tell him about this. He took a mental note to look into this matter.
But that was not the problem. Why were you fucking singing that?? Have you finally gone insane. Maybe she was just on crack as always. Sighing loudly, he finally strengthen out his shoulders and knocked on your door, but didn't forget to look around if someone saw him pressing his ears to your door like a fucking creep.
At least he is self-aware. Talk about some progress.
Satoru knocked on the door impatiently after not hearing an answer for 3 minutes, maximum.
" coming!! " you opened the door with hoping to see your fellow Indian restaurant delivery gurlie down the street, but your million dollar smile completely disappeared after seeing your one and only boss and you whipped your head around to look at the clock.
It was 6:12 pm, he wasn't kidding, then.
" took your sweet time, isn't it? Well, well, well, this is not the welcome I prepared for, but I'm not complaining." you quickly looked down at yourself after realising what you were wearing. You were still on your fluffy pink towel. Before even you could slam your door to that one annoying smug piece of shit who was hoarding the entire space of your little apartment entrance while grinning like a perverted fox — grabbed the door you were trying close. But you were no match for his inhuman strength.
That old man didn't have the bulging biceps for nothing. " go away, you Satan." you gritted your teeth until they start to clink sightly. Even if you use your all strength in all your fucking might, you still could not push him away or close the door. Unfortunately, after hissing at him ever so dramatically, you let go of the act of pushing your door.
You were scared that your towel would fall off because the knot that was holding your towel together barely survived with lots of hopes and prayers.
Meanwhile, Satoru fell into the entrance of your apartment, face first. When you suddenly let go of the door, he couldn't fucking control his body from falling down. Serves him right, you thought while standing there with a look of utter delight on your face.
" get up, you're embarrassing yourself." Satoru wanted to dig a hole in this very moment in your apartment, and bury himself alive.
Why does he always embarrass himself when he's around you.
" have some mercy on me, I beg you."
" go and beg somewhere else. Why are you even here." You stomped your feet while whining loudly, complaining that he ruined your peaceful afternoon by showing his annoyingly handsome face.
The last five words were not necessary. You didn't say that, btw. He's just delusional.
" just get out of my fucking apartment. Go do something, man." Satoru's poor face was nudged multiple times by your bare feet. At least your feet were cute.
Satoru finally came out of his miserable mental state and picked up his worn-out body back. Looking at your figure disappearing to a room, it must be your room. He assumed quietly and welcomed himself in. He took your retreating self as the invitation to come into your apartment.
He's so fucking pathetic.
" put on something nice. We still have time." Satoru called you out while sitting on a cute pink sofa. He noted that your favourite colour might be pink by just taking a look around the tiny apartment. It was decorated rather adorably despite your nasty little attitude. Not that he finds it unattractive, he's very into it. Thank you very much.
" I'm not.going.anywhere." you sheeted out your words one by one like you're making a statement from the government itself. " yes, you are. Do you want me dress you up too?" Satoru made himself comfortable as firing right back at you with a teasing edge in his voice.
" I would like to see you try, over my fucking dead body." He sat right up after hearing you growling like a maniac that escaped from the prison after killing multiple police officers. That's oddly specific.
You paused what you were gonna do after hearing a knock on your door. A giggle escaped your lips while you raced to open the door while, Satoru had this utter dumbfounded look on his face. He also went after you because why did you look so fucking happy — a strange feeling crawled into his heart after seeing you so damn elated.
He can't be serious right. HE CAN'T FUCKING BE JEALOUS OVER YOU SMILING EAR TO EAR FOR SOMEONE WHO IS NOT HIM.
That's not possible. Satoru liked you as his secretary. Nothing more, Nothing less.
Dude, why are we lying again.
Satoru cursed silently while taking off his blazer after seeing you still in this flimsy towel that barely covered anything.
It was not that short. He's just being dramatic.
" what?? what are you doing??" You flinched sightly after Satoru's blazer came around you — engulfing your figure down to your mid-thigh. " covering your ass, who in the world goes like this to open the door. Do you want to give everyone a free show or something." His voice had a slight annoyance to cover up how jealous he was. Satoru felt like this view was reserved only for him to enjoy.
" it's not even that short."
" that's obviously not what I was implying." Seeing your pouty face, Satoru lowered his voice into something soft and gentle. And carefully pulled your hand from the door knob you were holding into his much larger ones and stepped right in front of you while hovering over the entrance. He slowly opened the door and came face to face with a female delivery driver.
Now, he understands why you were so comfortable with your inappropriate look. It was not a big deal, he's just so old for this generation.
The delivery girl looked taken back after seeing an absolutely hunk of a man — who's very fucking attractive that was standing in your doorway, she only then saw your hands that were waving left and right like a child to came across a ice cream van. " I'm sorry, I was late. There's lots of deliveries going around today. I did my best to get yours quickly as I can." Satoru was pushed aside by you while he stumbled back a little. He was surprised by your strength. You were just three apples tall but your mouth and your fighting strength always made up to your short height this was amusing him, greatly.
" it's okay. I was not that hungry anyway, and thank you for your hard work." You thanked politely while saying a white lie without batting an eye. You know how harsh delivery jobs could be. You didn't want to stress this poor girl any further.
Satoru quickly took out his wallet to pay for your food and to his surprise you keep making a grabby hand to him like you were planning for this from the very beginning. Why is he even surprised. Before even he could ask how much it is, you just snatched his poor wallet rather rudely to your hands and paid ever so effortlessly. Like his money is your money.
Uh, soon to be your money, perhaps.
You took the many take outs bags and passed them to Satoru, not even looking back at him. Great, he's now officially your servant too. Well, he cannot fucking complain because he clearly asked for this even begged, embarrassing he knows— and he's right where we wants be.
" keep it." When she tried to give you the change, you waved your hand off with a smile. It's a 100$ bill. Not that you cared. It's not your money anyway. She left, thanking you with a big smile.
" close the door." Satoru again closed the door with his foot like an obedient puppy. He couldn't move his arms that were full of take out boxes. Still holding his wallet, you padded onto the floor with bare feet — happily humming a song.
" what am I?? Your dog??"
" if the collar fits." You said in a sing song voice that had him losing his fucking mind. He already lost his face, his dignity and what else there be lost anyway.
Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts.
No grey hair or wrinkles. Not yet.
Don't let her agitate you.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
" bring those here. Hurryyyyyyy!! I'm so hungry." Your whining shattered his silent meditation in one go, completely. Satoru absolutely gave up the idea of having some peace in his life.
But, don't save him either.
He's right where he wants to be.
22:30𝒑𝒎, 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍,
Satoru finally got you out of the apartment after begging, promising whatever luxury he could ever offer, but you only perked your ears when you heard about getting ice-cream.
He watched you gobbling down the food faster than any normal human being possibly could. It's like you were inhaling the food instead of eating it. Satoru just couldn't get you dressed up any faster, though — not until you finish your ongoing kdrama episodes that were available on Netflix.
Of course, you made him pay for your monthly subscription with his black card. You picked the most expensive one, too.
You were giggling so hard while watching this particular drama. He read the title, saying, " 𝑴𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔." Satoru didn't look at the 42-inch television that hanged upon the wall in front of him, watching your facial expressions were so much more interesting and entertaining than the show that was playing on the screen. This didn't go unnoticed by you either. You just pretended to act like he didn't keep watching you so awfully close, almost like a stalker.
Then you finally felt some human emotion that called 'pity ' towards the man who splayed on your couch like an overgrown dog with a look of utter devastation.
You're lying. You just left with him because he said he would buy you ice-cream. Your fat ass just cannot resist any kind of food that was given to you for free. Who didn't like free food anyway.
That's how you end up with your annoying boss ten in the fucking night outside of your town. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire with occasional squeeze his hand did to your ones that were engulfed by his thick fingers. His hands were so warm and reassuring. Satoru was navigating you through the sea of heavy crowd that were passing around the two of you. All you could see was his broad back rippling with delicious amounts of back muscles and his intimidating towering height, Satoru towered over every person that he brushed passed by — you couldn't help but admire your boss's amazing, mouth-watering physique. It's not like it's illegal.
But it felt illegal. You wondered how exactly tall he is, like 6'3 or 6'5?? Something close to that, maybe.
The night market was bustling so lively with thousands of local vendors and foreign tourists. The narrow walkways are illuminated by glowing red paper lanterns, and flashing neon signs were so bright that it was almost blinding. The air is thick with the savoury aroma of grilling meats, and sizzling sauces.
You grabbed Satoru's shirt to get his attention. Satoru quickly came to a halt to see if something had happened to you. The sounds around you were a chaotic mix of vendors calling out in energetic greetings , the clinking of beer glasses, the hiss of hot griddles, and live singers having a blast on the side of the street.
Satoru covered your head and shoulders with his now discard blazer, and the other hand came hold your waist protectively. You pulled him away from the crowd to a stall that caught your eyes. That's why you stopped him in the first place. Satoru, let your hands pull him with you. The small stall had no customers, but it was packed with fish-shaped taiyaki cakes filled with custard, soft mochi, and glossy syrup-dipped candy fruits.
" buy me mochi." you pressed your cheek into one of his biceps that was facing to your side and was demanding him to buy you mochi like a spoil little brat.
Well, who made that system up.
Satoru only let out a pleased chuckle after hearing your demanding voice, it was very adorable of you. " which flavours do you want them, darling." He questioned quietly while rubbing absent mind circles on your waist ever so softly. The touch had your brain melting. " uh, I want mango and vanilla icing filling one." hiding your face further into his biceps, you mumbled slowly to him.
" why only one?? choose some more." Satoru said while moving his hands to caress your cheek. His touch was very gentle and tender in a way that made you sleepy all of a sudden. Snuggling into his soft, warm hand — you tiredly mumbled, saying you want the chocolate and strawberry flavours too. Satoru bites back the urge to devour your chubby cheeks right then and there, you was suddenly being so cute and docile in his arms had him losing his fucking mind.
He was not mentally prepared to see you acting so cutesy around him — and it's indeed not good for his health. His heart felt like it was about to fall off from how loud it was beating.
Alerting the vendor to which flavours he wanted, his arm instinctively came to hold you waist again. He just couldn't get enough of touching you, now. Your soft skin beneath his hard ones felt so fucking amazing. It was like a newfound addiction on his part.
" feeling sleepy, darling." after feeling you trying to snuggle even more into his side, Satoru softly questioned, holding you tightly to his body. " a little hm, and my feet hurt too." you complained to him quietly after burying your face completely into his biceps. Then, sneak a glance at him under your lashes. " why didn't you tell me earlier." Satoru said in his usual dramatically worried tone, fussing over you — trying to take a good look at your feet. It was indeed irritated with angry red marks. " we're getting new shoes." paying the vendor hastily while taking the bags that was filled with sweet mochi — he suddenly picked you up with one hand ike you weigh nothing.
" whaat!! put me down!! you brute." you whisper yelled, trying to loop your hands around his neck. You didn't want to fall off and crack your neck. Thank you very much. Now, you can see almost everything in the night market without straining any joints in your neck. It's like you were at the top of the world.
" you're absolutely not walking with these shoes, not here or anywhere else either. I'm gonna throw these away. What brand is even this. Such poor quality. I should sue them. What if you get irritations after this huh???"
" I'm not throwing these away, and no, we're not gonna sue anyone over a pair of shoes."
" to the record, these shoes hurt your feet, and it's a huge crime itself, and I'm definitely gonna burn these."
" please, you're so dramatic."
" I'll show you how dramatic, I could be." You were about to roll your eyes at his ridiculously dramatic take even on slightest inconveniences. Typical rich people. There was a bit pause in the retort that were right at the end of your tongue but the you saw something — It is a cozy, open-air boutique packed from floor to ceiling with the softest plush footwear imaginable, you never one to walk pass something so cute.
Slippers are stacked on tiered wooden shelves hung from the canvas ceiling on a tiny clothesline. It looks like a waterfall of pastel pinks, mint greens, and warm cream colours. You looked down at Satoru, who had already made his way towards the tiny little boutique before even you could grab his hair and lead him to the store like the ratatouille.
" I got to put me first." Satoru rolled his eyes after letting you climb down on him very carefully. You looked crazed after seeing cute fluffy slippers and shoes everywhere around you. It was heaven.Every pair resembled an adorable design. Plush bunny ears that bounce when they moved, embroidered with sleepy eyes, 3D bear snouts, and slippers shaped like chubby, smiling frogs, or almost every character in Disney world. But then, a very specific one caught your eye.
It's a plush white cat with blue eyes that had extremely cute floppy ears, with an infuriating smirk that you see every day — and the sunglasses hanging off from its eyes were cherry on top combination. " that one awfully looks a lot like you." Satoru followed your line of sight curiously. You pulled his hand to drag him closer to your target.
" why are you waddling like a baby duckling."
" shut up!! Not everyone fell from a fucking coconut tree like you."
" what the hell even that supposed to mean."
You ignored his offended tone and tried to stand up on your toes to grab the pair of slippers that caught your eyes. " y-you!! just warn me before lifting me up out of nowhere, you idiot." slapping his hands that holding you in the air. " Wait, they have your size ones too!!!"
" stop wiggling." Satoru had to pull you back to his chest before you let yourself fall down face first. " it's hilarious. Oh my god!! why are they looks so similar to you. Wait this has to be a family heirloom." holding the slippers one by one to each side of his face — you exclaimed quietly while laughing softly.
Satoru's heart started thudding so hard like it's trying to escape from his throat.
His heart has to go, bro. It's working overtime these days.
He just physically couldn't stop himself from looking at you. It's like his eyes were chasing even a micro expression you make. He can't miss anything that happens at this very moment. Satoru wanted to engrave your smile to his mind.
"Look at these," you said, laughing — sliding your hands inside the slippers and holding them like puppets. You slowly made the floppy ears attached on them nod at him, your eyes crinkling at the corners.
He didn't fucking care to look at the slippers.
For the last hour, the market had been a blur of loud vendors, heavy smoke, and flashing neon lights, — but standing under the warm, twinkling fairy lights of the stall, everything else went quiet. Whenever you let out a genuine laugh, and look at him with your eyes crinkled with mirth — entirely unguarded.
It completely disarmed him, utterly at your mercy.
The ambient pink and gold light from the display caught the edge of your cheekbones, but it was the sheer glow of your expression that held him on chock hold. He found himself tracking the slight dimple near your cheek, the way your eyes mirrored the tiny string of lights, and the pure happiness you held in your very eyes.
"You're not even looking," you teased, voice dropping into something softer, playful edge as you took a note of his silence. Satoru swallowed hard and looked away from you for a second to take his shit together. The bustling noise of the night market suddenly rushed back into his ears, though his focus didn't waver from you at all. He forced out a small, helpless smile of his own, unable to deny how deeply that single smile had just anchored him to you.
He realised that he's in deep shit.
Despite having a dozen places he was supposed to be, a hundred things constantly weighing on his mind.But looking at you right now, illuminated by the cheap, twinkling fairy lights of a ridiculous slipper stall, the noise of the world simply disappeared.
He didn't want to be anywhere else in the world other than right here.
Choosing ridiculous fluffy slippers in a cramped boutique, watching you laugh freely without a care in this restless world.
Even if the entire city froze around them, he wouldn't mind at all. Satoru felt like he could die in this moment. He would die as a happy man, right here without any regrets.
"I am looking," Satoru said softly after breaking the blissful silence that was stretching between you and him. His voice was steady but held a weight that made your hands pause inside the plush slippers that you were holding. "I'm looking right at you."
" ugh, that's so cheeky."
" I see you blushing, miss secretary."
Satoru leapt into action before even you could bend over to remove your shoes. He kneeled down in front of you and softly grabbed your feet while you held sat on his shoulders. " getting comfortable, I see." He said, urging you to lift your feet up. " Hmm, very comfortable. A 10/10 seat. I should give you 5 star reviewing for this."
" well, I've a seat even better than this-"
" save your breath and stop being delusional."
" nah, we will get there. Naturally."
" yeah. I'll dream about it. Thank you very much for reminding me."
" stop biting your future husband. this is considered domestic abuse." Satoru exclaimed while holding his arm after you bite his biceps rather violently. When he took a look at the damage — your whole teeth had left its imprint on his bicep. The angry red mark felt so contrast against milky white skin.
" what the fuck are you?? A fucking feral cat in streets?? Biting and scratching people left and right??!!" Hah what is this behaviour!! "
" You were asking for it, you were dying for it!! "
Satoru had to cover his face for a second to get the strength to deal with your nasty tempter and attitude.
Well, he asked for this, btw. Even begged.
Suffering from success, I guess.
While Satoru kept contemplating his life decisions, you look your sweet time trying the slippers that you chose. " sooooo, how do I look??" Satoru eventually broke out from his reverie and stood up from the floor. " Hmm, it's hard to decide. give me a little spin."
You did just as he said — giving him a cute little show, the white, flowy fabric of her garment rippled around your ankles like water, catching the gentle breeze drifting through the market alley. The delicate blue straps of your dress, tied into neat bows at your shoulders, shifted with your movements. The contrast was striking—the elegant, airy white of your dress making the ridiculously bulky, fluffy slippers look even more endearing.
You looked up at him, biting your lower lip to suppress another laugh as you wobbled slightly in place after twirling. "Are they too much? Be honest." Satoru looked from the blue bows on your shoulders down to the giant plush slippers on your delicate feet, his heart hammering against his ribs. Just looking at you standing there in your flowy white dress, framed by a wall of pastel fluff slippers, you looked entirely breathtaking — and Satoru had never been more certain that this was exactly where he belonged.
" no. they look very cute on you — almost like you didn't just bite me with your teeth."
" then they can do a good job."
" yeah. hiding that fact you bite and scratch people in daily occurrence??"
" yup. you get my point, old man." sticking your tongue out to taunt the poor man further, you continued what you were doing by standing in front of a giant ceiling to floor size mirror — checking out the cute slippers that you wearing.
" denial is a river in egypt, and your wifey is right." The words slipped out of your mouth with effortless, teasing confidence—until the reality of what you had just said caught up to you in a speed of light.
That one word hung in the air between you two. Your breath caught in your throat. Completely frozen, your foot still slightly raised in front of the mirror, as the playful smirk died on your face while you didn't dare to look behind.
Satoru didn't dare to move. He didn't even fucking blinked. The teasing warmth in his expression instantly melted into something intense, possessive, and fiercely obsessive. That one word you uttered so easily had sent a electric jolt straight through him, pinning him to the spot.
Meanwhile, you realize that after you screwed up a big time after accidentally spoken your hidden feelings aloud so easily, a fiery crimson blush rushed up your neck, instantly staining the cheeks and tips of your ears. Desperate to swallow the words right back in, you pulled her lower lip between your teeth, biting down hard on it as if you could physically trap the rest of your thoughts inside.
You finally turned and looked up at him through your lashes, lip still caught firmly under your teeth, eyes wide with a mix of panic and breathless vulnerability. Caught red-handed.
The silence between you and him stretched — suffocating you two with an undeniable tension, thick and electric, completely drowning out the entire roaring city around you.
Satoru stared intensely at you biting your poor lips, his gaze dropping to the blue bows on her shoulders that were swaying sightly, then back to your flushed face.A quiet, low chuckle vibrated in his chest—not a teasing laugh, but one of pure, overwhelmed disbelief at his own luck.
Did he just fucking get his dream girl?
After all this time, having you right under his nose. How could he not realise sooner that he undeniably, utterly, irresistibly in love —
Satoru took a single, deliberate step closer into your space, his shadow completely eclipsing the pastel light of the stall. "Is that so?" he murmured, voice dropping an octave, entirely hypothesise her with his voice. " my wifey, huh?"
" woah, woah hold your horses."
" can't do that now they escaped the second you said the word wifey."
" I'm gonna get a restraining order on you."
" as if that could stop me. you're all mine now."
You did such a poor job of hiding how nervous you're at this moment — pretending to act as if you are not trying to physically hold back your racing pulse.
You looked so small underneath the glowing fairy lights, caught between your own careless words and the intense, unyielding weight of Satoru's gaze that pinned down at you.
He didn't give you a chance to backtrack or room to laugh it off or pretend it was just a silly joke — he knows you more than anyone so there's no way escaping without any consciousness.Satoru took one more slow, deliberate step forward, completely erasing the last bit of distance between you and him.
The crisp white fabric of your garment brushed against his clothes, and the subtle scent of your flowery soft perfume mixed with the warm air of the stall. He reached out, his long fingers gently holding the smooth skin of your jawline. Satoru let his thumb wander just below your lower lip that was bitten so harshly by you, a soft but firm pressure that coaxed you to finally stop biting it.
Satoru leaned down slightly, his cerulean blue eyes locked onto yours, it's almost looked teasing, but the fiercely possessive edge into it told you otherwise. The roaring night market, the flashing neon lights, the passing crowds—none of it existed anymore.
"You said it, not me," he whispered, a breathless little smile tugging at the corner of Satoru's lips. He looked so ethereal, stealing your breath away for a second. "Which means you're all mine now. don't make me repeat that again." your poor heart thudding violently against your ribs, the blue bows on your shoulders kept trembling slightly as you took a sharp, shallow breath to calm your racing heart.
His hand drifted from your jaw, fingers sliding lower to gently wrap around your wrist, his grip warm, solid, and entirely inescapable. It was certainty a simple touch, but that made her knees feel weak, especially while balancing in those ridiculous, oversized plush slippers."There’s no escape, not after tonight." Satoru murmured against the quiet space between your lips, his voice steady, low, and laced with absolute finality. "You're stuck with me."
" have you ever murdered someone?"
" the fuck you mean by not yet?? were you planing to??"
" no, but I've a very strong feeling that you'll make me wanna murder people in the future."
Before even you could bite back a response — Then, the soft canvas flap behind them rustled."Excuse me! cute couple!" the voice was bright, booming, and completely unaware of the brewing tention between the two of you. But to you, this loud vendor is a heaven sent angel who saved you from the blue-eyed apex predator that was about to swallow you whole.
The elderly vendor with a pristine white apron and a friendly, wrinkled face popped out from behind a tower of pastel fleece, clapping his hands together enthusiastically. He looks genuinely elated after seeing the outfit that Satoru was wearing. Any normal human could just guess how expensive that suit. Satoru's regal stance only added the fuel to the fire.
"You both look so wonderful together! Are you going to buy both sizes of the cat slippers? I see this miss already found the larger size for the handsome boyfriend right here!"
You immediately face palmed after hearing that. You knew the exact words that were about to slip from that infuriating white-haired menace's tongue.
" future husband." Satoru's shameless voice chirped rather loudly, and the vendor awkwardly kept smiling. Well, Satoru's smile can be so creepy sometimes. He looks like kind of an overly smiling serial killer appeared in movies.
" t-that's nice. haha, young love. Indeed." The vendor side eye Satoru so hard after saying the young part. It was suspicious. But Satoru just let it slide because he's too happy to be worried about something so trivial.
He's lying. He's so fucking offended.
Probably gonna bulldozer the whole stall by the morning.
You covered your face in utter humiliation, face turning a shade of crimson that rivalled the glowing red lanterns down the street. You instantly ripped your wrist from his grip, burying your face into hands as the sheer embarrassment of getting caught in such an awkward situation with a total stranger. The poor vendor probably thinks they both nuts.
He blinked when you suddenly snatched your hand back from his grip — as he slowly turned his head to look at the beaming shopkeeper.
For a split second, a flash of mild irritation crossed his features at the prior interruption." just pay him already. I wanna go home."
After hearing your stern voice. Satoru looked down at you —hiding your burning face, you were trembling with embarrassed laughter, shoulders twitching—his irritation completely disappeared.A genuine, breathless laugh escaped from his lips.
Satoru reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet without a single hesitation. He looked the enthusiastic vendor right in the eye, a proud, undeniable smirk settling onto his face.
"Yes," he said, his voice ringing out clearly over the market noise as he gestured to the giant plush paws on her feet, and then to the larger pair that already was in the old man's hands. "We’ll take both. Anything for my future wifey." Looking away from him and the vendor, you pretend not to hear anything and let out a muffled, defeated groan, but you couldn't stop the hopelessly happy smile from spreading across your face.
You like this fucking shameless old man.
" nope. you started it. and you can't back out now."
But you liked him anyway. " why not get married tomorrow morning anyway."
" STOP CALLING ME THAT ALREADY."
" I see you blushing, my darling wifey."
Your face was still burning a furious, hot pink, and you could feel his smug, victorious gaze heavy on the side of your face without even looking.
"I'm leaving," you muttered, voice a mix of a squeak and a huff.Without waiting for him, you turned on your heel and stormed away from the stall — not bothering to change out of your slippers. The delicate blue bows on your shoulders bounced with every angry, embarrassed step you took while marching straight back into the crowded narrow street of the night market.
"Hey, wait up!" Satoru's voice called out from behind you, entirely laced with amusement. You completely ignored him, weaving furiously through the clusters of tourists and locals. But it was impossible to outrun him in a crowd.
And you looked utterly ridiculous with the fluffy slippers that you were wearing.
Within seconds, his long ass strides caught up to you, his shadow falling over you once again."Wifey, hold on," Satoru teased restlessly, leaning down slightly so his voice vibrated right next to your ear. "You’re walking too fast. Can't lose my three apples tall wife in this crowd." He held up the plastic shopping bag, shaking it lightly so the plush slippers inside rustled. And his other hand was holding the shoes that were cutting your feet earlier.
"Stop saying that word!" you shrieked quietly, covering your burning ears while kept marching toward the bright neon exit of the market. "I was just joking! It was a slip of the tongue!" you exclaimed so loudly over all the sounds of the night market.
"Sounded pretty official to me," he countered, a low, effortless chuckle rolling through his chest. Satoru didn't try to stop you from walking this time; he simply walked right beside her, matching your frantic pace with ease, a proud, permanent smirk etched onto his face.
By the time they reached the edge of the market where the neon lights faded into something quieter. The night was officially winding down. The roaring crowds began to thin, and the cool night air brushed against your flushed cheeks.
You finally slowed your pace, letting out a long, exhausted sigh, though you still refused to look him in the eye.Even though you had tried so hard to storm away to escape his merciless teasing.
But as you both walked side by side toward the parking spot, the heavy weight of the shopping bag that was in his hand was a constant reminder — you were caught red-handed. And judging by the soft, fiercely affectionate look Satoru gave you whenever you tried to steal glance at his way, you're 100% sure that insufferable blue-eyed menace absolutely wouldn't let you forget any of this.
8:00 𝒂𝒎 / 2026.06.13 _//𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 27𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲.
The view from the top floor of the corporate tower usually anchored him.
But today, it was just an annoying distraction. Satoru's office was a piece of architecture that screamed generational wealth. Polished obsidian floors stretched out to meet floor-to-ceiling glass walls that overlooked the sprawling Tokyo skyline. A heavy desk carved from a dark walnut sat in the centre of the room, stark and clean.
There was nothing felt out of place but except for the massive, slightly crushed plastic shopping bag sitting on the sleek leather sofa across from him. Peeking out from the top was a flash of white-colored cat with blue eyes and a goofy, embroidered smirk apparently reminding you of him.
Satoru rested his jaw in his palm, his eyes boring holes into the vacant desk just outside his glass door. Your workspace was perfectly neat. The computer monitor was dark. Multi-coloured pens and highlights that you used for your reports rested inside the cute pen holder you had on your desk.
No blue bows tied into your shoulders as shaking with silent laughter. No rustle of a white, flowy garment as you rushed around making his life a chaotic mess.It was 08:45 AM.
You were never this late. That's a lie, he's just being dramatic. You sleep like dead every morning. Even missing your 19 alarms that were shaking down the apartment of yours.
Satoru's mind traced back to the previous night. After you had spent twenty blocks frantically marching away from his relentless teasing, he had finally managed to guide you into his ridiculously flasy car. During the drive, you had pouted, staring stubbornly out the window at the passing neon lights while your cheeks retained a stubborn, lovely pink hue.
When he reached your apartment building, he walked you safely to the very door of your apartment. " See you tomorrow, boss," you muttered, intentionally using his professional title to re-establish boundaries, though your eyes had darted nervously to the bag of slippers in his hand. " See you tomorrow... wifey," Satoru had murmured back, just to watch you suffer.
Satoru shifted in his gigantic ass chair, his brow furrowing as a rare spike of genuine anxiety pierced through his usual idgaf demeanour.
He picked up his personal phone for the fourth time in ten minutes.No texts. No emails. No formal sick leave request routed through HR.
Did he push you too far at the market? Was the "no escape" comment too intense?
He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the dark wood of his desk. Satoru was a man accustomed to having absolute control over multi-million-dollar mergers, yet here he was, completely devastated because his secretary had missed her morning check-in.
He unlocked his phone, Satoru's thumb hovering over your contact name. Part of him wanted to demand an explanation as your employer, but the louder, more desperate part of him just wanted to make sure you didn't catch a cold from walking around the market in your thin, flowy dress.
The rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the dark walnut desk stopped instantly when the internal intercom buzzed.
" Sir, your eleven o'clock appointment is arriving, and I have a quick update from Human Resources regarding your executive assistant," a generic voice from the temp pool chimed through the speaker.He didn't care about the appointment.
He pressed the button, Satoru's voice dropping into his usual tone, commanding corporate register. "Put the HR update through."
" Ah, yes, sir. Head of HR just messaged. Your secretary submitted a digital formal request about twenty minutes ago. Stating that she is taking a paid day off today for... personal reasons. It was auto-approved due to her perfect attendance record."
Personal reasons. Is this how you gonna play this??
"Understood," Satoru said shortly, cutting the line before the temp could say another word.Leaning back into his leather chair, an annoying scowl clouded his face.
Personal reasons? you had never taken a random day off in the five years — you had worked for him.
Not once. Well, he didn't let you take any, btw.
Satoru's eyes drifted back to the giant plush cat ears peeking out of the shopping bag on his sofa. A slow, knowing realization began to dawn on him, replacing his anxiety with a wave of deep amusement.
This dude is so fucking delusional.
The proud, stubborn little secretary who had boldly claimed she was going to be his "wifey" under the night market lights had woken up this morning, realized the full weight of what she had said, and panicked.
You probably couldn't handle the thought of sitting at your desk outside his glass wall, having to look him in the eye while he poured your morning coffee and reminded that there was no escape.
Talk about being delusional. I had been diagnosed for less.
A low, slow chuckle vibrated in his chest. Satoru stood up, fastening a single button of his tailored suit jacket as he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window. "Personal reasons," Satoru murmured to himself, his reflection showing a thoroughly entertained, fiercely possessive lopsided smirk. "Nice try." Did you really think a digital HR form could keep him away?
You told him last night that you were gonna be his wife very soon, — you didn't, btw
And Satoru was a businessman who always collected his dues. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, and ignored all the boundaries entirely, like what the fuck personal space did even mean?
You loved your personal space. Satoru also loved your personal space.
Grinning like a love sick fool — Satoru kept typing direct messages to your personal number.
- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 | 4+ 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 _^8:56 𝒂𝒎
// 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗥 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴.
// 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘆. 𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘁 11𝗽𝗺.
// 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵.
// 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻. 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴.
// 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗿 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿. 𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘆 🩷🥺
- 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 | 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 _^9:00 𝒂𝒎
// 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳𝗳. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿. 𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨!!! 𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨. 𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛. 𝗜'𝗠 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨.
- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 | 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 _^9:02 𝒂𝒎
// 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘆. 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.
𝚃𝙰𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴.
// 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗨𝗨𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗛𝗛𝗕 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞 𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗬𝗬𝗬 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.
𝚃𝙰𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴.
//𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗟 𝗜 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘!!!
𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝚅𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴.
Satoru was fuming — how fucking dare you block his number. He definitely felt like murdering someone.
𝙰/𝙽: 𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 2 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́ 𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢.
@sweethearticism 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘵𝘰 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.
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