“Hey, Mr. Chester,” I laughed softly playfully, trying to pull away, “it’s already five minutes past lunch break. I have to go.”
“I don’t want you to go,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck.
I shivered slightly. “That tickles…”
“Can’t you stay just a little longer?” he complained.
I shook my head. “Stop acting like a baby.”
I tried to free myself, but he only tightened his hold.
“No, please just five more minutes, Idara,” he begged.
I cupped his face firmly, making him look at me.
“Do you want my colleagues to think I’m not serious about my job just because I married their CEO?”
His expression hardened slightly. “They wouldn’t dare say that to your face.”
“No, they won’t,” I replied calmly. “But they’ll still say it.”
He didn’t argue further.
Instead, he pulled me r
