BONUS: Part 2

BONUS: Part 2
Adrian Hale Kael

I close my eyes and smile. I am completely obsessed with this man. Every day, our love grows more intense, more crazed, more ours.

I finish my shower, grab the robe, and put it on, feeling the soft fabric slide over my damp skin. I walk to the bedroom and head straight for the closet. I pick out dark dress pants, fresh underwear, a crisp white shirt, and my black suit jacket.

Once I’m dressed, I slip on my leather shoes, spray cologne on my neck and wrists, and comb my hair back—exactly the way Magnus loves it.

He always says I’m irresistible when I wear a suit and style my hair like this.

I grab my wallet and phone from the desk. The glint of the wedding band on my finger brings a small smile to my face. It’s good—no, it’s perfect—to belong to someone.

I leave the bedroom and head downstairs to the kitchen. Magnus has his back to me, concentrated on something at the stove. When he turns and sees me, he lets out a heavy sigh, followed by a wicked grin.

"Fuck..." he breathes out. "You look so hot in a suit. I’ll never get used to it."

I let out a low laugh.

"You say that, but you know I lose it when you wear a leather jacket, my love."

He approaches slowly until he pins me between the counter and his own body. The kiss that follows is calm and full of affection, with that touch of love that always makes me forget the rest of the world. The taste of his mouth is sweet and warm, and for a moment, time stops.

We pull apart breathless, with only the sound of our mingled breathing between us.

"Do I really have to go today?" I ask, still out of breath.

Magnus laughs and kisses my forehead.

"Yes, you have to go, baby."

My legs nearly give out at the nickname, which makes him laugh even harder.

"Mean," I grumble, pouting, while he continues to laugh, satisfied with the effect he has on me.

"Come eat; my husband needs to provide for me." A provocative smile plays on his lips.

I return the look, letting the same flirtatious tone escape.

"Yes, that is my duty," I reply, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

We sit at the table, and the delicious aroma of the food makes my stomach growl. The spread is lavish, as always; Magnus never does anything halfway.

"As always, you’ve outdone yourself, my love," I comment, picking up my silverware. "Thank you for taking such good care of your husband."

He reaches out and tenderly caresses my face.

"I’ll always take care of you. Now eat; time is ticking."

I give a low laugh, leaning slightly over my plate.

"Love, you know I’m the boss, right? I can show up whenever I want."

He continues to stroke my face, a simple gesture that always disarms me. I feel my heart warm, and I begin to eat peacefully, savoring every bite.

Soon he joins me, and the comfortable silence between us is filled only by the light sounds of the meal and the certainty that there is no safer place in the world than right there, by his side.

Once we finish eating, we get up, and I start helping him put the plates in the sink. Magnus tries to stop me, but I insist; I love being by his side for everything, even the simplest tasks.

He steps back, grabs the car keys, and jingles them in the air with that charming smile.

"Let’s go. I’ll wash everything when I get back."

I step closer and hug him, feeling his warmth.

"Can you come pick me up at work, too? That way we can have lunch together... and get a head start on our date."

He rests his chin on my hair, squeezing me against his chest.

"Sure, no problem." He leans down and kisses my forehead delicately.

He takes my hand, and we head out of the mansion. We get into the car, and he starts the engine. The gate opens, and the road ahead looks more beautiful than ever.

I rest my hand on his thigh, feeling the fabric of his pants and the firmness of the muscle beneath my fingers, while I watch the street through the window.

"What do you want for lunch today, love? Any preference?" I ask, turning my face toward him.

It’s impossible not to smile; Magnus looks absurdly sexy when he drives.

"You always pick what I like," he replies, casting me a brief, intense look before turning back to the road. "You choose today. I want to eat whatever you pick for me."

I smile, satisfied.

"Alright, then it’ll be a surprise."

The drive to my company is peaceful. We stay in silence, but it’s a light silence, filled only by the soft music and each other's presence. When the car stops in front of the building, we get out together.

Magnus leans against the car and opens his arms, inviting me close. I run and hug him tight, burying my face in his neck.

"Ah, I never want to leave this hug, my love."

I brush my lips against his throat and leave a few kisses there, drawing a soft laugh from him.

"Control yourself, Adrian. We’re in public." His tone is light and playful.

I let out a frustrated sigh, but he takes my chin and tilts my face up, about to kiss me, when a throat-clearing interrupts the moment.

I look back and find the secretary my father placed in the company—an insufferable guy.

"You are late, Mr. President," he comments in a cold tone.

I feel my blood boil, a hot rage rising in my throat. Kissing Magnus is a rite, a sacred moment, and that son of a bitch had the audacity to interrupt it.

My fists clench, my teeth grind, and my gaze turns to a blade; the urge to end him burns within me.

I’m going to kill him, I think, as clear as the beating of my heart.

Magnus, however, grips my chin firmly and forces me to look at him; for a second, the fury vanishes.

"Have a good day, my love," his voice comes out firm, loud enough for the other man to hear. "I'll be back to pick you up at lunchtime."

Before I can respond, he pulls me in and kisses me. The kiss is firm, possessive, and full of intent. Magnus wraps his arm around my waist, bringing me even closer, devouring my mouth without shame and without caring about the secretary's uncomfortable stare.

I return the kiss with the same fervor, running my hands over the back of his neck, making it clear that I am his. When we pull apart, breathless, he seals the moment with a kiss on my forehead.

"See you soon, love."

I sigh, already missing him.

"Alright, my god. See you later. I love you."

He smiles, gets into the car, and drives off, leaving the air heavy with the scent of his cologne and the certainty that the day will take an eternity to pass until I have him in my arms again.

"You shouldn't be groping each other like that in the street; journalists could take photos and your career could end."

Without wasting a second, I lunged at him and gripped his throat with one hand, shoving him unceremoniously against the building wall, indifferent to the movement outside.