No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 11- Another woman

Stacey gasped again, even louder this time. "So kung hindi si Zara ang nagpadala, tatanggapin mo?"

Mikha snapped her head toward Stacey so fast I thought she might actually throw something at her. "Stacey!"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Hayaan mo na, Stacey. Alam mo naman 'tong si Mikha, puro denial."

Mikha turned to me, her glare sharp enough to cut. "I am not in denial."

Stacey leaned closer to the phone, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Then why are you so affected?"

Mikha inhaled sharply, clearly at her limit. "Because you two are annoying!"

Stacey just laughed. "Aamin ka rin, Mikha. I'll be waiting."

Before Mikha could throw another glare, Stacey hung up, leaving an amused smirk on my face and a flustered look on Mikha's.

She exhaled slowly, then turned back to me, arms still crossed. "Can I go now, boss?"

I tilted my head, enjoying the fire in her eyes. "Hmm. Depends."

"Depends on what?"

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. "On whether or not you're actually jealous."

Mikha let out an exasperated groan before turning on her heel and walking out, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor.

I watched her go, my smirk lingering.

This was going to be fun.

The door shut behind Mikha with a little more force than necessary, and I chuckled to myself, leaning back in my chair. She could deny it all she wanted, but I knew her too well. That fire in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders-she was jealous. And that made things a lot more interesting.

Before I could dwell on it longer, my phone buzzed. A message from Zara.

Zara: Did you like my little gift, CEO? Thought you could use a sweet start to your morning.

I smirked, shaking my head before replying.

Me: Next time, try sending something less predictable.

Not even a second later, my phone rang. I sighed but answered. "What do you want, Zara?"

Her laugh was smooth, teasing. "Aren't you in a mood this morning. Something-or someone-bothering you?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm at work."

"So am I."

I raised an eyebrow, glancing at my watch. "You call flirting work?"

"Only when it's with you," she purred. "You seemed to enjoy it last night."

Before I could respond, another knock came at my office door.

"Looks like you're busy," Zara mused. "I'll let you go. For now."

I hung up without another word, rubbing my temple as I called out, "Come in."

The door opened, and to my absolute amusement-and slight intrigue-Mikha stepped inside again.

"Back so soon?" I smirked.

She ignored my comment, walking up to my desk and placing a folder in front of me. "Your schedule for the day," she said coolly, not meeting my gaze.

I picked up the folder, flipping through it, but my eyes were more focused on her stiff posture. "You don't usually hand this to me yourself. Something wrong?"

"No."

I leaned back, tapping my fingers on the desk. "Sure about that, secretary?"

Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing.

I smiled. "Good. Then you won't mind delivering a message to Zara for me?"

Finally, she looked at me, eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?"

I leaned forward slightly. "Tell her I don't mix business with distractions."

Mikha scoffed. "Do it yourself."

I chuckled. "So you are affected."

She exhaled sharply, turning on her heel. "Enjoy your day, boss," she muttered, storming out.

I watched her leave, my smirk never fading.

Yeah, this was going to be very fun.

(The story is complete. I'm just editing some parts because there are a lot of typos and grammatical errors. Please bear with me.)