ASHANTI
Kristoff walked me inside his office and he led me to his couch. I looked around and wow. His office is really big and neat. It’s not like mine.
His office is like those offices I see in dramas. All leather and all made of expensive woods.
He let me sit on the couch and he sat beside me. Really, really close. I can feel my heart beating really, really fast.
He always had that effect on me. He always had that power in me. He makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time.
“Are you sure you're okay?” he asked me as he looked at me.
I smiled and nodded. I can't even talk because I am too nervous I would stutter because of all the feels.
I just can't get enough of Kristoff and his grease. He would always make me feel nervous. No matter how long we’d stayed together.
He smiled at me and wrapped his arm around me. “I missed you,” he told me as he kissed my hair.
I smiled. “I missed you, too,” I replied and he hugged me even tighter.
“What made you visit me anyway?” he asked me but he is still hugging me.
I bet he won't let me go. And I won't ever want him to. I love it like this, when he's too close to me.
I chuckled. I almost forgot the reason why I went here. I yanked from his hug and showed him the lunch bag.
He raised his brow. “You cooked?” he asked me.
I nodded. “Yes. I wanted to cook for you. So, yeah. Here it is!” I opened the bag revealing the bento.
He showed his gummy grin and he pulled the center table closer to us.
“Okay. What did you cook?” he chuckled as he placed his cheek on his palm.
“Beef steak,” I replied and opened the bento.
His eyes almost dropped when he saw my cooking. I have improved!
“Wow!”
That was all he could say and his eyes are on the bento. I even prepared its visuals! Of course I have to make it look presentable for my one and only beloved husband.
He chuckled. “You really prepared for me, huh?” he told me as he took the fork and took one slice of the steak.
I nodded as I watched him eat the steak. I shut my eyes. It has to be good. It has to be good.
“Wow! This actually tastes like steak!” he beamed and I opened my eyes and smiled.
Mission accomplished.
“Eat more!” I encouraged him to.
And he did. He stopped halfway when he looked at me. “Have you eaten?” he asked me.
Before I could even answer, he was already feeding me. He motioned the spoon on my mouth.
I smiled and opened my mouth and he fed me. “Tastes good, right?” he asked me and I chuckled.
I actually like him this way. He is like a kid and he thinks of nothing. No problem. No stress. Just me and him. In our own world.
“I’m loving your cooking these days, Shan,” he told me. “You’re learning well.” He grinned.
I nodded. Yes. I have been watching a lot of cooking shows and reading a lot of kitchen magazines. I was even planning on enrolling on a baking school soon so I could bake cakes and sweets for him.
“Thanks, Kristoff. And I’m loving your feedback, actually,” I replied.
He smiled. “Of course. I love you. That’s why,” he replied and my heart started to beat faster again.
No matter how he says those words, it would still make my heart beat fast. Because it came from him.
He looked at me. “What?” He might have noticed me looking at him for a while.
I just shook my head and took the spoon from him and ate.
Yes. It really tastes like steak. It really tastes good.
***
I am still in Kristoff’s office and I am watching him read all those reports.
“Don’t have work today?” he asked me but he is looking at the papers.
“None,” I replied as I shook my head. “Business is going well so I have time to lurk in your office like this.” I added.
He smiled and then lifted his head and looked at me. “Can you do that every day?” he asked me.
I blinked at him. “Do what?” I asked back.
“Lurk here in my office the whole day,” he replied.
I chuckled. “I would love to...” I trailed. “...but won’t you get conscious when you have me here staring at you while working?” I asked.
He chuckled then he stood up and walked to me. He took my hand and I stood up. He is looking down on me.
“Why would I get conscious?” he asked me as he snaked his hands around my waist pulling me closer to him.
I looked at him and he smiled at me.
“I love it when you are close to me,” he told me and then he leaned closer.
“So that I can do this.”
With that he leaned in and pressed his lips on mine. His hand went up to my cheek while the other pulled me closer to him.
I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I would never get used to his kiss. I would always long for his kiss.
I felt him smile through the kiss then he deepened the kiss. I was feeling out of breath but I don’t want it to end yet. I don’t want to break the kiss just yet.
Kristoff smiled and caressed my cheek. He leaned his forehead with mine and we both panted.
“I love you, Kristoff Marx,” I told you.
He smiled with his eyes closed. “I hella love you more, Ashanti Marx,” he beamed and he leaned in for another kiss.
The kiss should’ve lasted more if not for his secretary barging in the room.
“Mr. Marx—oh!” she shrieked when she saw us.
I scrambled away from Kristoff and fixed myself.
Kristoff looked disappointed when he saw his secretary. “I told you to knock on the door, Ms. Khan,” he told the secretary, apparently named Ms. Khan.
Ms. Khan looked down and nodded.
Kristoff sighed. “What do you want?” he asked.
I flinched for Ms. Khan. Kristoff is being rude.
“Mr. Oh Sehun called,” Ms. Khan started. “He was asking about the agenda of your next meeting.” She finished.
Kristoff walked to his table and took a folder. Maybe it was the agenda. “Here.” He handed it to Ms. Han.
Ms. Han took it and turned to leave.
“Oh, Ms. Khan.” He called her. Ms. Khan looked back. “Yes, Mr. Marx?” she asked.
“Next time, when my wife comes here, just let her in,” he said. Ms. Khan nodded and turned again. “And one more thing,” Kristoff called her again. She looked at him.
“Knock three times before entering when you know that I am with my wife.”
Ms. Han just nodded, bowed then left.
I watched her leave. She is flustered and all.
Kristoff looked at me and walked closer. “So...” His voice trailed. “Where were we?” He smirked and leaned in. Kissing me again.
I swear. We won't ever get enough of each other.