Chapter 95 Teasing Him
Abashed after their intimate moment in the office, Arabella’s face was red. Covering it with her hands, she stood embarrassed.
Chuckling at her reaction, shirtless William pushed his sweaty hair behind, blowing a kiss at the woman whose functioning shut down.
“So are you going to stand like a delicious display for me or we clean ourselves?” He asked playfully.
Running his finger through his locks, enhancing his handsome features, he waited for her to get out of her daze.
When she did, they cleaned themselves up and got dressed.
Taking a deep breath, she couldn’t believe she completed one fantasy and it would feel so… ethereal.
As if she had tasted a forbidden, scrumptious, fruit.
“Oh Fuck,”
Raising his brows, William pushed her a little playfully by his shoulder, teasing her.
“So, are you going to tell Helena about this too?”
Glaring at him, she hit his shoulder, “You have to taunt me about that, don’t you?”
“So since you are here, you have to stay here until I am done. So do you want to have ice-cream?” He offered casually, bending down to pick the fallen files.
“Sure,”
William was gathering the papers and out of courtesy, Arabella shifted down as well, offering her help.
“Let me help-”
He smiled, “It alright, I can do this,”
“I didn’t ask you,” muttering, she set the things on his table according to his liking.
Grabbing the files, he stood up and straightened the two frames on his table.
One included a picture of all three siblings.
Second one was the one picture Arabella and WIlliam took at her prom with his hand on her shoulder.
“Like this,”
“You clean freak, a little disorganization won’t hurt,” She mumbled, glancing at the pictures.
“It… it unsettles me,”
“Unsettles you? How?”
“Nevermind. Take a seat, I will work,”
Strangely, not only William but Arabella had also kept that picture framed in her wardrobe and failed to discard it, even after getting into a relationship with Luke.
She cherished it more than she could perceive.
Picking the frame, she smirked, recalling her ceaseless obsession towards William, she would have done everything for him back then.
“I was seventeen in this picture,”
“Don’t worry, I had nothing for you back then. It’s just… that’s the only picture I have where there are just the two of us,” He explained sweetly.
It penetrated her heart- ‘When I felt everything, he felt nothing… huh?
Now I feel nothing and he feels everything, how… unfair,’
“Right… We always took pictures in groups, this is probably the only picture of us, just us,” She hummed, tracing her finger over it.
“Hmm,”
No matter what, she couldn’t eradicate those years of veneration where she absolutely devoted her soul to him and received nothing.
Shaking her head to not let it hurt her, she extended her hand out, “Give me your phone,”
“Here you go,”
Unlocking, he gave it to her as she laid on his expensive couch, using his phone to watch videos, play games and pass time.
His phone wallpaper, his desktop wallpaper, in his wallet, in his room, on the table, her picture was everywhere- It no longer surprised her.
Humming a melody to herself, she was playing games, passing time after eating ice-cream until the man punched the table outrageously.
“Fuck,”
Taken aback at his frustration, she glanced from the side, “What?”
Pinching between his brows, he growled, “You know what distracts me the most?”
“Uh, Me…?”
Pointing his finger at her, his jaw clenched, unable to focus on work when she was right in front him. Her existence purloins his control.
He was simply not capable of paying heed to anything else when ‘she’ was here.
“Exactly. Either go home or walk around the building. Take a look, pass your time. But….”
He curled his hand in a powerless fist, requesting her politely.
“But don’t appear before me, I have work to do,”
His helpless condition elicited an impish idea in her mind, to worsen his state.
Rising from the seat with a tempting smirk, she approached the disturbed man slowly, grabbing his tie and yanking him forward.
“Oh, am I distracting Mr. Grayson this much?”
“Yes,”
“Then I want to sit on your laps,”
“What?”
“You heard me right. Did you forget? I do what displeases you. If I found one sensitive nerve, I will pull it all the time,”
Winking, she removed his hand and inclined herself on his laps, wrapping her hands around her neck, grinning wickedly at the displeased man.
“That’s better,”
“I love it, Arabella, but not here…”
Sighing, he leaned back, allowing her to be more comfortable but it was highly unfavorable. He disliked distractions during work.
“Shut up.”
Turning her head in the other direction, she pointed at the second screen angrily.
“And asshole, I am going to break those cameras,”
“Go ahead but leave the one at the entrance. For security,” He replied coldly.
Pouring his extreme efforts into working and not noticing the woman on his lap, using his phone.
“Arebella,”
“Hmm?”
“What if I say there is a camera here?”
“I will strangle you, William,”
He chuckled, sparing a glance at her, pecking her cheeks before going back to work.
The door knocked, he instantly reacted, patting her shoulder.
“Get up.”
“No, let them see. I am not your mistress,”
Sighing, he ordered, “Come in,”
Sam, his assistant came, astonished when he saw them like this, it was the first time to find him like this.
“Sir- Uh…” Awkward, he looked away.
William frowned, “Continue. Ignore her.”
“Okay, Sir,” He nodded and started explaining words with his eyes on the ground respectfully.
William could feel his beats pumping, his body numbed because none of his ill imaginations included anything during ‘work’.
When something out of his circle occurred, he failed to cope with him and could feel his cheeks heating.
Which hastened when she was poking his cheek when they were talking.
At first, he ignored it. She indulged in the exasperation, tittering wickedly, pressing her nail harder into his cheek.
When it grew uncontrollable, he held her wrist.
“If they won’t, it’s their loss- Stop poking, Bella,”
“No,”
The second a symphonic chuckle liberated from her lips, William was compelled to cease all his actions and stare at the adorable woman.
She was trying to piss him off, and secretly fulfil her imagination. When he could, why wouldn’t she?
Intensely chaining his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, body humming in response as he couldn't control his slipping feelings.
His lips dried but when he failed to respond properly, Sam faked a cough to get his attention.
“Uh.. Sir?”
Blinking, broken from his zone, he flinched and turned back to Sam.
“Huh? What? Could you repeat that?”
“Here are the meeting minutes,” He spoke quietly, placing it on the table.
“Hmm, I will check them out,”
“Okay, Sir,”
Exchanging a nod, he left, wondering what was wrong with his boss who was being so affectionate with the woman who just screamed and ruined his whole meeting.