No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 13- Tempting night

She was trying too hard to act like she didn't care.

And for some reason... that made me smirk.

This day just got a lot more interesting.

Sheena and Stacey finally left after milking every possible teasing remark they could throw at me. I shook my head, exhaling as I leaned back in my chair.

But Mikha stayed.

She stood there, still holding her clipboard, her fingers lightly tapping against it.

I raised a brow. "Something else you need, Mikha?"

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "So... you and Zara."

I smirked, already seeing where this was going. "What about us?"

Mikha narrowed her eyes slightly. "You know what I'm asking."

I tilted my head, pretending to think. "Hmm. Be specific, Mikha. We did a lot of things last night."

Her jaw tensed. "Did you fuck her?"

A slow smile curved on my lips. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my desk as I met her gaze head-on. "Why do you want to know?"

Mikha's grip on her clipboard tightened. "Just answer the fucking question, Aiah."

I tapped my fingers against the desk, enjoying this a little too much. "Now, now, Mikha," I murmured, voice low. "Is that jealousy I hear?"

She scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself."

I grinned. "I don't have to. You're doing it for me."

Mikha rolled her eyes but didn't deny it.

I stood up, walking around my desk until I was standing right in front of her. Close enough to see the slight flush on her cheeks, the way her breathing had changed.

I leaned in slightly, my voice barely above a whisper. "If you really want to know, Mikha... you should've been there to see for yourself."

Mikha's eyes darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line. But before she could respond, I smirked and stepped back.

"Now, if you're done being nosy, I actually have work to do," I said, sitting back down.

Mikha stared at me for a second longer before scoffing. "You're impossible."

I chuckled. "And yet, you can't seem to look away."

She turned on her heel and walked out, but not before I caught the way her fingers clenched at her side.

I leaned back in my chair, smiling to myself.

This was going to be fun.

As soon as Mikha walked out, I grabbed my phone, ready to check my emails. But the moment I unlocked the screen, a notification popped up.

Zara: Did you enjoy last night, babe?

I smirked, shaking my head. Of course, she wouldn't let it end just like that.

Me: What do you think?

Not even a minute later, my phone vibrated again.

Zara: I think... if the way you screamed my name was any indication, you enjoyed it a little too much.

I chuckled, biting my lip as I leaned back in my chair. Zara really knew how to play this game.

Me: Screamed? You must be imagining things, sweetheart.

Zara: Oh, really? Then maybe I should remind you exactly how it sounded.

My brows lifted at that. Zara wasn't one to bluff.

Before I could type a reply, another text popped up.

Zara: Tell me, babe... do you want round two?

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. As tempting as that sounded, I had work to do. But knowing Zara, she wouldn't take no for an answer so easily.

Me: Hmm... tempting. But unlike you, I actually have work to do today.

Zara: Work? Or are you too busy staring at your secretary?

I froze for a split second, my grip tightening on my phone.

Me: Jealous, Zara?

Zara: Of course not. But I bet she is.

I smirked. That was something I'd deal with later. For now, I had a long day ahead.

Me: I'll call you later. If you behave.

Zara: Oh, Aiah, sweetheart... I never behave.

I let out a small laugh before locking my phone and tossing it on my desk.

Zara was a dangerous game. But damn, was she fun to play with.

I smirked, tossing my phone onto the desk as I leaned back in my chair. I wouldn't admit it to Zara, but damn... I did enjoy last night.

The way she kissed me-confident, teasing, and completely in control-only fueled my own desire to push back, to see how far I could make her break. It was a game we both played well. And I had to admit, Zara knew exactly what she was doing.

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. Shit.

Before I could get lost in the memory, a soft knock pulled me back to reality.

"Come in," I called, straightening in my seat.

Mikha stepped inside, holding a tablet against her chest. "Boss, you have a meeting in fifteen minutes," she reminded me. Her tone was professional, but the way her eyes subtly narrowed at me didn't go unnoticed.

I raised a brow. "Something wrong, Mikha?"

She hesitated for a second before shaking her head. "No, nothing."

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my desk as I studied her. "Are you sure? You look... irritated."

Mikha's lips pressed into a thin line. "Baka pagod ka lang, boss," she said, voice even. "Mukhang maraming nangyari kagabi."

I smirked, catching the hint of something in her tone-was it curiosity? Annoyance? Maybe both.

"You could say that," I replied smoothly.

Her fingers curled slightly around the tablet, but she kept her expression neutral. "Should I move your meeting, or do you still have time to recover from... whatever it is you did?"

Damn. That was a bold one.

I chuckled, tilting my head. "Curious ka ba, Mikha?"

She crossed her arms. "Hindi naman," she answered too quickly.

I stood up, walking around my desk to stand in front of her. "You sure? Because it sounds like you're wondering what I did last night."

Mikha didn't back away, but I saw the way her jaw tensed slightly. "Hindi naman ako interesado sa-"

I cut her off, leaning in just enough to lower my voice. "We both know that's a lie."

Mikha's breath hitched for just a second-quick, almost unnoticeable, but I caught it.

"Boss," she said, trying to sound composed. "Your meeting."

I smirked wider, satisfied that I got under her skin. "Right. The meeting."

I straightened, stepping back and grabbing my coat from my chair.

"Thanks for the reminder, Mikha," I said as I brushed past her. "And if you ever get curious again... you can always ask."

I didn't wait for her response. But I knew she was watching as I walked out.

(Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction, meaning it is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes. If you don't want to read this chapter, you are free to skip it.)