20- aching for sex

"Sorry, I just came to check Mr. Steven's wound. He left yesterday, leaving us behind." Descending her sight at Steven's fine hand pitifully, she informed them.

Abby turned and looked at Steven's hand while Steven evinced his fine palm to Clara, declaring, "I'm fine, Clara. Thanks to you."

Clara forced a smile, hiding the painful heart. "It's good. Let me excuse myself then." She voiced devastated and veered around to leave the office.

"Ms. Clara. This isn't what you think. Don't be confused!" Abby tried to enunciate the situation. However, for Clara, nothing climbed on her head.

Looking at Clara leaving without hearing her, Abby lifted her feet, deciding to calm her.

Steven's hand claimed her waist quickly from behind and dragged her onto him, earning piercing eyes from Abby instantly.

"Why are you trying to clarify your innocence to her?" Steven questioned, keeping his lips closer to her ear.

Abby gritted her teeth and breathed out outrage before growling, "Who gave you the right to behave like this to me?" Her chest boiled with fury, realizing their warmth exchanging itself along with their proximity.

"What quality should I have to be like this?" Steven poured oil into her firing heart.

"We are just a contractual couple, and no one knows about our relationship. You should keep your distance from me." She disclosed. Her voice simmered with tension.

"The term 'husband' means husband. It doesn't matter whether it's a real marriage or fake." Steven insisted.

"We haven't married yet. Do you have any proof?" Abby talked back exactly the way he did.

Steven lost to find the reply; his grip on her waist loosened.

Using that opportunity, Abby came unfurled from him immediately and was standing facing him as if she caught the point of dumbing him.

"Do you have any proof?" Abby repeated, crossing her hand across her chest.

Steven's dumber face turned into sarcastic, "How about I call your father?" He picked up the phone and dialled her father as Abby's pride faded, replacing it with apprehension.

Abby surrendered herself, switching her expression to pitiful with pursed lips. "Hang up, honey." She voiced dearly.

"Eww!" Steven flashed disgustingly and hung up the phone.

"Call me Steven," he demanded.

Annoyed, Abby forced herself to voice dearly, "Steven."

"Come and finish your task," he ordered her.

Stomping her feet on the floor, she followed him.

After he arranged a table for her, she sat on it. He then pulled down the curtain and opened the window, offering great ventilation to her creative mind.

When he picked up the pencil, he came with a chair and sat next to her.

"What are you doing?" Asked Abby. Conflict rented her face.

"I'm going to watch you," he said casually.

Abby scrutinized his unfamiliar attitude. For safety, she moved her chair away from him slightly, making sure their thighs didn't get in touch with each other.

After that, she began to build ideas inside her mind, glazing at the sky through the window.

Not to delay, her ponytail slid near her ear, exposing her fair earlobe that glared at the sunlight. He emotionally blinked, unable to digest the beauty of her side-face profile, which was delegated to visit.

Her long eyelashes winged and melted Steven's stiff heart. His eyeball then swirled down at her rosy, tenter-looking lips, which looked glassy to caress.

Remembering how playful her lips were on his dick that night he aroused right there.

He felt sudden erection pain down in his private area. A mild throb stepped into his heart, and it grew as time went on.

Abby switched to focus on her task.

Steven left the seat and rushed to his working seat before his bulged pants got a glimpse of Abby.

Clara's dust-free table reflected Clara's long face, which was swallowed by depression as she blabbered inside her thoughts.

Isn't she the one who hurt him? Why is he still keeping her close to him but yelling at me? He didn't even know how much I was afraid when he fainted in my arms. But he keeps Abby with him even after knowing she was the cause of his wound. How can a man do this to a woman who treats him like a shithead always? Won't they offer a glimpse to a woman like me?

"Ms.Clara!"

That shout awakened her, presenting with a shudder.

She carried her eyes to see who called her name like that. Fear surrounded her face as soon as she found it was a chief editor.

Abby stood up quickly and stammered, "Yes, sir!"

He threw those papers at her face and scolded heartlessly, "What the hell did you write? Where is the one I asked for? This contains plain content only! Where are the rewritten papers?!?"

Anxious, Clara collected those papers and was confident that she submitted the correct papers until she noticed that they were the wrong ones.

Her scared and guilty eyes faced down at the floor.

That chief editor raised his voice, "What were you thinking all this time? You don't even know that I have been standing beside you."

Her lips shivered. "I apologize, sir."

"Focus on your work! Correct this and bring me to my office within a lunch break." He ordered with a rough voice and left as Clara bowed.

Clara's heart fell into depression hell, realizing she was losing concentration on the work with the fear of losing Steven to Abby. Sighed, she drenched those papers with misery, thinking, "What should I do to make him fall for me?"

Steven approached Abby, supervising her task. At that time, her phone was puzzled by the notification.

Both Abby's and Steven's glance caught it.

She picked it up and found the message was from an unknown number.

Steven hurried behind her and peeked over her shoulder.

His curiosity transformed into fury after reading 'I'm Wasley from the HEO production team. We met yesterday at the food festival.'

Abby brought her finger to type a reply.

Steven snatched her phone.

"Steven!" Abby shouted his name, stood up abruptly, and extended her arms, jumping to reach the phone over his head.

Stunned, Steven asked her in a low, mesmerizing voice, "Call me like that again."

Her feet halted bouncing, her hand hesitated to stay high, her eyes wavered, and her cheek blushed, perceiving that she shouted at him as if they were long-term friends.

Observing his expecting eyes, Abby dropped her hand and proceeded to take two steps back. Facing him with a downed face, she roared, "Give me the phone." Unlike regular, she voiced like a furious puppy this time.

Steven kept the phone high over his head, declaring, "He's a Playboy, Abby."

Abby simmered with fury, "Stop interfering with my privacy!"

That tugged out Steven's arrogant side effortlessly: "I will!"

"I will interfere if you go after another man instead of me!" He insisted, oiling her furiously reddening face. Additionally, she subtly narrowed at him, observing his last word, 'instead of me.'

He further stepped close, throwing her phone at the sofa.

She continued to step back, protecting herself from his proximity, until her back bumped against the wall.

He now stood close to her, causing her heart to throb without a break. She was struggling to bring back the normal breathing rhythm, glazing at his spontaneously glittering eyes in her proximity, which was threatening her courage.

"I know your body aches for sex," he whispered in her ear.

Her eyes widened in astound, struck with inhale, forgetting to exhale.