dalton-who is he?
dalton asked entering his office turning aorund facing you
you-my husband
you chuckled
he smile dropped
you-why you asking?
dalton-ive never seen him before and his just kissing and hugging you that all
he said with a clear annoyance in his voice
he sat down
dalton-recent marriage
you-you could say that
dalton-a time stap?
he asked now basically wanting to rip you apart
you-4 months
his head threw down in either anger or embarrassment, you couldnt tell which one
dalton cleared his throat
dalton-go grab the papers that's just printed
he demanded
you nodded
you-of course
you got up leaving the room taking a deep breathe
he hates me. he now definitely hates me and is gonna treat me like everybody else and not his assistant. my pays gonna get lower too.
you went back into the room with almost tears in your eyes sliding the papers onto his desk and went to walk out
dalton-i didnt tell you to go y/n
again dalton.
you-i have to work
you said with a shake in your voice
dalton-sit, youve got extra hours you can work. i have cleaners for a reason
you closed the door and sat down infront of him
dalton-there anything else you want to tell me? you got a kid?
you-im 24, if i had a kid i wouldnt be working
you said wiping the tears that now formed in your eyes as he watched
dalton-are you..crying?
you-dont point it out because now i feel stupid
you said as a tear ran down your face
dalton-oh sweetheart, come here
you got up and went over to him as he pulled you onto his lap hugging you
thats a bit much..on the lap hug.? and sweetheart...idk dalton. dont do it to me
dalton-why are you crying
he asked opening a packet of tissue
you-because you now hate me and your gonna treat me like you did to that guy and boss me around like im nothing but im your assistant and your gonna lower my pay and im already struggling and-
dalton pulled you head to his shoulder making your words become muffled as you stopped talking
dalton-i wouldn't so such thing y/n. have you looked at yourself. do you know how much you do for me
he said staring into your eyes stroking your hair
you-alot
dalton-yes alot. i cant boss a girl around that basically you being my personal slave
he said making you chuckle
dalton-please stop the sniffles your ruining your makeup you spent an hour on this morning
you-im not gonna ask how you know that
you said dabbing your eyes with a tissue
dalton-i loved the look today too and now your crying, that's not the y/n i know
his comfort is so nice. i want to hug him forever
you-oh no i got makeup on your blazer
you said looking at the mess you made
he sat forwards and you slid towards his knee as he grabbed you, one handed holding you there while he took his blazer off
you-i can get off if you need me too
you said attempting to stand up but his hands held you on him
dalton-no your okay
you-i got makeup on my shirt too
you said seeing it on your sleeve
dalton-its okay nobody's gonna notice
he smiled barely seeing the small stains on your sleeve
dalton-go back in there and finish up your 2 hours and then its extra time. come to me if you need me
you-how do you know i need you
you accidentally said allowd going to the door
dalton-you always need me
he replied
you-shit you heard that
he chuckled and you made your way back to your desk eating the salad that hugo got you
you were on the last 10 minutes of work as people began to leave the building then it would be your extra time
your coffee cup ran out and your puffy eyes and tears earlier were makign you tired.
you went over to the coffee maker and began to pour the water into the cup before getting knocked the coffee went all over you causing you to scream
you-fuck sake!
you looked down at yourself as everybody now left the building you cleaned up the coffee mess before storming into the open bathroom basically ripping your shirt off you.
that left you now in your red lacy bra and fitted bottoms
fuck, what am i gonna do
you stormed out the room and into dalton's office gripping your coffee stained shirt
you-somebody knocked me and i got coffee all over my shirt and now i dont know what to do i dont have a shirt dalton
his eyes stared at you in shock as a small smirk tried to burst through his lips
he cleared his throat
dalton-you can stay like that
you laughed
you-are you kidding me?
dalton-theres nobody else in this entire building so yes im sure
he said and couldnt stop staring at them.
you-stop staring
you whispered
dalton-its red see through lace.
he described your bra
you-yes im very much aware
his body slid down his seat as he stared at you
dalton-sweetheart, if you weren't married you'd be bent over my desk right now
he admitted loud and clear staring right into your eyes
you cleared your throat
you-what do i have to go again
you asked quietly
dalton-you can sit there and look pretty for me if you've finished your work
you sat down in the seat staring right back at him
i would do anything for you. im back in your trap dalton and all it took was for me to mess up my own shirt and you spill a few thoughts
i cant feel this way about you. so why do i.
sorry if there are any spelling mistakes
