Page 40 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Sighing, I brought my hands to soothe the side of my head. I could feel a headache forming.

Deciding to search for them, I rose from my chair. After checking in between books, drawers, and throw pillows on the couch, I concluded that they weren’t there.

I exited the study to my room to continue the search. Familiar grey walls came into view, yet I couldn’t find them. Last I knew, they had been-

There.

I finally spotted them, hung somewhere between the headboards. Returning to my study, I resumed my task.

This document was a brief prepared by the Tax department head. I was reviewing it as it had to be submitted to a top client.

I was already halfway through when I heard a sound. It was a bit dull but still enough to disrupt my thinking. And it was coming from the east wing.

Irritation clouded my vision. She had barely arrived and was already announcing her presence.

Clenching my teeth, I breezed past the doors until I reached the giant doors of her bedroom. Folding my fist, I smoothly knocked on the door.

It went unanswered. And I tried again.

The second one fell on deaf ears. Irritation started to clump my throat. I was knocking on my own doors with no answer.

I brought my hands again, this time with a little force. When I heard no reply again, I pushed the door. It opened.

Definitely, the sound was coming from her room. The room offered a direct view of the vanity and all other drawers. Tentatively, I stepped in. The sound only grew louder.

Finally, I whipped my head to the side to find life’s biggest shock.

Not my biggest shock because, well, it just couldn’t be. But even life would be shocked at what one of its recipients seemed to be doing.

In the middle of the room lay a queen-sized bed. And right in that bed was my assistant jumping on it. With a towel, trying to reach a…piece of clothing that had gotten stuck on the chandelier.

I could see the shock in her eyes once she noticed my presence. Her eyes grew even wider as she slowly peeled her hand away from the unattractive brown bra. My late grandma had more style than that.

“What are you doing?” I unplugged my eyes from the eyesore to her.

Her hands were now crossed above her towel- her light pink, Barbie-themed towel.

She curled into herself with her mouth agape. “What are you doing?”

What was I doing? I was trying to read a document.

“Your sounds are irritating,” my eyes found her forehead. Refraining from straying anywhere other than her mortified face.

Ignoring my remark, she quipped. “You should not be here.”

The rules.

“You are breaking your own rules, sir. I would like it if you leav-”

“No sounds with the intent to cause distress after 6 p.m.” I glanced at my watch. “This is 6:10 pm.”

Her lips folded into a frown. And I briefly wondered if her spine didn’t hurt from her curled position.

“I see you are trying to take your… masterpiece,” I ignored the pink tinge of embarrassment on her cheeks.

How did it even get there?

“But do that in silence,” I finished. Silence hung in the air as I walked out of the room. Making a mental note to call Fred for her.

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