A lover's step

Is she fainting now after standing up to her bully? Rex wondered.

Previously, and right after his entrance into the scene of the drama, relaxed upon sighting her boss coming to rescue her from Benedict’s grip, Angela took to a faint.

Still, all Rex had planned for the night hadn't been inclusive of playing the knight in a damsel's distress, and neither did finding Angela standing alone with a male this late, funny.

Drive home, work out, and enjoy a midnight green tea before sleep overwhelmed, that had been his night’s intent.

But getting home, he just couldn't get over his assistant's concerned face. For the way he berated her, his consciousness paved the excuse to drive to her home address.

Now, trying to scoop up Angela's collapsed frame, he discovers the butterfly heavier than last weekend when he had carried her drunken self into his city house.

Just what did she feed on these past few days?

Jealous, Rex, briefly entertains the idea of dragging her body through the dirty ground until he reaches their entrance bell.

On second thought, he rather considered it an insane idea. Not like it's less crazy, compared to stealing her home address, or keeping his office door open to watch her move about as she worked today.

While Rex stood there, wondering how he became this invested in the female he met a few days ago, Benedict reached out toward Angela, the moment a familiar memory briefly nudged him to care for his childhood friend.

“Get your hands off her, before I break them for you, Alexia Benedict.”

“Mr. Edwardo, should I rather allow her to continue lying on the ground while you stand staring at nothing in particular?”

“You idiot, I was calculating the best angle to lift… Wait, why bother with explaining myself?”

“Because I'm her fiancé”

“Great, and I'm the husband. Now, scramble off before I call the cops on you.”

The two men stood sizing each other out, engaging in a stare-down, and allowing their auras to dance the Alpha vibration. As Angela's ribs were catching the cold, Benedict saw himself calming to better the situation, humbling himself to the higher male.

“Look, he said. I'm not here to fight with you, I only came to reconcile with my fiancée.”

“Your fist’s mark on her body is enough reconciliation. You either leave now or explain to the police.” Rex spoke, not necessarily forcing out his intimidating voice.

“Fine, I will leave. But tell her when she wakes up that she will be hearing from me.” Benedict spoke before exiting, leaving Rex to momentarily stare daggers at his retreating figure.

He makes a mental note to have Steve keep an eye on the man before bending to carry the assistant on his shoulder.

Ringing a peal on their bell afterward, and after all the noise that transpired, Rex wondered if any of the roommates he was informed Angela squats with, were home at all.

As he turns to begin the long walk back to where he parked his car, a female voice, however, stops him on his track.

“Josh, help me. Whatever happened to Angela?”

Following Amelia's lead, curious, Maya also inquired.

Amy: Who was that at the door? Stepping into the cold night, Maya, screams when she sees Angela's limbs dangling from Rex's shoulder and, as if not alive.

Omg, why is Angela looking so static? She shouts. Now, although Maya was secretly jealous of Angela, still, the overall scenery surprised her. Out of reflex, she uses her hand to clasp her lips shut.

“Show me to her apartment,” Rex spoke after turning to face them.

While Maya stood, shocked and unmoving, Amelia rushed to lead him into their home.

Rex carried Angela to the room he was pointed to.

Just last week, he hadn't enjoyed hauling Angela's sleeping form until he reached his elevator and up to his guest room. Today, he's even more upset to see another causing her into oblivion.

To think of what might have happened next with that ex of hers, has Rex dropping Angela's frame, and with a thud, she lands on her bed.

What an absurdity, keeping a lunatic boyfriend. The girl was more naïve than anticipated, Rex thought, still his hands reached out to drape the duvet over her body to prevent it from the frost of the night.

Unconcerned about the pink-looking girly room, Rex sat next to Angela's unconscious body, trying so hard to ignore his growing third leg. Angela looked so peaceful sleeping on her bed and not relating to the night's noise or the disturbance of his world. At the thought of that, Rex immediately stands up, wondering where the idea of fitting her into his circle, surfaced from.

No, he wasn't about to let go of his golden rule, which is to never sleep with a girl twice. Still, and for the first time, he imagined Angela beside him, the chorus of laughter, the unending yelling of children dragging over toys and Angela's calmness in the joyous atmosphere.

No, he once again affirmed, eight days is too young to be wishful with one's assistant.

Rex immediately stands, leaning toward her as he checks her vitals. It's one of the pecks that comes with experiencing the knowledge of advanced education. From behind him, both Amelia and Maya peeped.

“Will she be okay?” Amelia inquired.

Rex paused, taking a moment to relax his growing arousal.

“A dose of aspirin and some hours of rest would be adequate.”

He nevertheless replied and also wondered if the other female was mute, but even much glad to know that a doctor's service wouldn't be needed here tonight. The least he wants is to not show up late for his 7 am appointment tomorrow.

“She's okay and not in an immediate emergency.”

Rex announced. The girls became less worried.

“In the event she wakes, Amelia, however, continues, is there anything knowledgeable for us to keep in mind?”

“No, just water, the aspirin and some needed rest should do,” he retorted, upset with himself for spotting a hard-on while in the company of the two females.

Although Rex's third leg was now less visibly outlined, he still stylishly maneuvered out of the girl's presence.

Getting home and tired, Rex took his bath to rest for the night. Using a hand to comb through his hair, and with the other securing the white towel wrapped around his waist, Rex considers speaking to Angela tomorrow, in consideration of that ex of hers. Not like I'm starting to love, he tells himself.

****

It was 6 am, but Angela was already heading toward the office she shared with Rex, the boss. Between his berate yesterday and Benedict’s visit, she has a lot going through her plate and is not very much appreciative of meeting the lift faulty this morning. She looks upward toward the elevator, watching it take its sweet time before chiming to a new floor. Just how much longer would she endure to get to her final destination? Angela wondered.

To this question, she had her eyes closed, relaxing her nerves as well. It will eventually get there, she consoles herself. After the lengthy ride, perhaps she could continue to work hard on her laptop and not think about his mixed signals.

But then, whatever had he intended to mean, to show up at her doorstep like that? The time had been so late, and judging from the words he sent her way, Angela concluded that the CEO was beyond measure.

Could he be interested in her? Remembering his strict warning not to assume things, she shakes her head to clear the fog of her wishful thinking.

Again, Angela wishes she knew more about the male and female relationship. Maybe that way, she could decipher his main objective of having shown up at her domain, despite his claim that things were and would only be a work-related relationship between them.

****

Just what in the world would this woman be doing here and at this hour of the day? Rex wondered.

Putting on his most annoying face, he opened Angela's entrance.

His facial muscles tighten even more when he meets her typing away at her keyboard as if nothing happened last night.

“What are you doing, reporting into the office today?”.

“Huh?”.

Angela responds after a startling moment.

Holding on to the last rational part of his existence, he once again asked.

“Why did you not choose to rest the day off?”

“Because…. I toil here?”. Angela, responded, not knowing if a newly employed staff could take an impromptu day off.

”Stand from that seat,” he requested.

“I meant now,” Rex barked even louder when she refused to jump.

A few minutes later, after patiently waiting for Angela to save her progress, the impressive CEO without care, had his assistant's female handbag hung to his shoulders and like his modeling frame, it was quite a good fit too.

With his early morning appointment forgotten, the two left the building leaving some staff members awed by what their eyes couldn't believe.