The phone keeps ringing.
Bael reaches for it without pulling out, which is disorienting enough that I don’t process what’s happening until he’s already speaking.
"Yes." Pause. "I see. Give five minutes."
He hangs up, looks down at still sprawled across his desk, and smirks.
Then he pulls out.
The sudden emptiness makes wince, combined wetness and cum already starting to leak out, and I’m about to say sothing when he’s already tucking himself back in, zipping up, adjusting his shirt like the last fifteen minutes didn’t just happen.
"Get dressed. We’re eating lunch with my uncle."
I blink.
"...What?"
"My uncle." He says it casually, like he’s talking about the weather and not the man who tried to kill with a chandelier. "We’re eting him for lunch."
I push myself up off the desk, trying to get my legs under , and imdiately regret it. They’re shaking, subtle tremors running through my thighs that I can’t quite control, and I have to grab the edge of the desk to keep from going straight down.
My hand slips slightly on a paper that’s gotten damp from sweat or sothing else I don’t want to think about.
"Your uncle," I repeat slowly, because apparently my brain stopped working sowhere between the orgasm and now. "The one who tried to murder at our wedding?"
"That’s the one."
He’s already straightening his collar, checking his reflection in the dark screen of his computer monitor like this is a normal lunch eting.
"I’m not going."
I’m already working on fixing my clothes, pulling my pants up from where they’re bunched around my ankles, trying to look like I wasn’t just fucked senseless on his desk thirty seconds ago. My shirt is wrinkled beyond saving and there’s a wet spot on it that I really hope isn’t visible.
"Runze." His voice shifts, less amused, more firm. "I didn’t say you had a choice."
"Well I’m saying I have a choice," I shoot back, finally getting my pants buttoned, "and I choose not to die today."
"Don’t worry," he says, adjusting his cuffs. "He won’t do anything to you in public."
"The wedding was public too, you know. Very public. But I still almost died."
I’m searching for my shoe now, which sohow ended up under his desk, and I have to crouch down to grab it, my legs protesting the movent.
Everything hurts in that specific way that says I’m going to feel this for the rest of the day.
Great.
Bael walks closer, and I straighten up just in ti for him to get right in my space, close enough that I have to tilt my head back to keep eye contact.
"It’s better you stay with where I can see you," he says, tone steady and reasonable in a way that makes it hard to argue. "What if he predicted you wouldn’t co and planned to do sothing to you while I’m there having lunch with him?"
I open my mouth to argue.
Then close it.
Because that actually makes sense, which is incredibly annoying.
Uncle Ming is smart enough to plan around variables. If he knows Bael is eting him for lunch, he’d account for whether I show up or not. And if I don’t show up, if I’m sowhere else in the building...
Shit.
Bael sees the realization hit and his expression shifts into sothing smug.
He reaches up, fingers catching my chin, tilting my face up further so I have no choice but to look at him.
"Have you been pretending to be smart? Huh?" he asks, voice light but with an edge to it. "You sounded pretty foolish just now."
Damn.
Did he have to say it like that?
It’s not like I was pretending to be smart in the first place, I was never smart to begin with, intelligence wasn’t exactly my strong suit in either life, but shit that’s not the point.
The point is Bael’s looking at like he just won a round in a chess ga and I really, really don’t like that expression on his face.
I need to do sothing.
Anything.
I spread my arms out wide.
And smile.
Big and forced and entirely unconvincing.
I’m not letting him win this, not letting him have the last word, not letting him stand there looking pleased with himself while I just accept it.
Bael’s smirk deepens, his eyes flicking between my face and my outstretched arms with growing amusent.
"Did you just get happy from being scolded?" His eyebrows raise slightly. "Don’t tell ... are you actually a masochist?"
Oh, he thinks I’m trying to hug him.
Perfect.
"Yes," I say sweetly.
Then I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him close, bringing my mouth right up to his ear.
"I really hope that you are too."
Then I bite down hard on his collarbone, right where his shirt collar doesn’t quite cover, sinking my teeth in with enough force that I taste skin.
Bael makes a choked sound and shoves back so fast I stumble, his hand flying to his neck, and the look on his face is worth absolutely everything that’s about to happen to .
Shock, pain, and sothing that might be outrage all mixed together.
"Li Runze!"
I’m already moving.
I bolt for the door before he could catch , yank it open and throw myself through, montum carrying forward as I slam it shut behind just as I hear his footsteps coming after , faster than they should be.
"Serves you right!" I shout through the door, a little breathless, a lot panicked.
Then I press my back against it, hands flat against the wood, breathing hard as adrenaline spikes through in a way that’s probably not healthy.
I can feel him on the other side, and can almost sense the frustration radiating through the door.
My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears.
I could have punched him or I could have shoved him away, I could have done literally anything else.
Why the hell did I bite him?
Am I a dog?
My face feels weird suddenly, itchy on one side, like soone’s staring at , and I turn my head.
Then I almost jump out of my skin.
Shen Rui is sitting at his desk.
Right there.
Less than three feet away from where I’m pressed against Bael’s office door like I’m trying to hold it shut.
He’s looking up at with an expression that’s carefully neutral but can’t quite hide the *what the absolute hell is going on* underneath it.
Oh.
Right.
I forgot he was there.
My face burns hotter, heat flooding up my neck and into my ears.
I knew his desk was right outside during everything that happened in the office. I tried so hard to stay quiet because of it, but sohow in the chaos of biting Bael and running I completely forgot he’d still be sitting there when I ca through the door.
The door handle moves behind , turning against my back.
I step away from it fast, positioning myself beside Shen Rui’s desk in one quick movent. Not hiding behind him exactly, just standing there in a way that happens to put his desk between and whatever Bael’s about to do.
But Bael wouldn’t actually do anything with his assistant watching.
...right?
I hope.
The door opens and Bael steps out, and I see him wince slightly as he does, his hand going imdiately to his neck like he can’t help it.
His fingers press against the spot I bit and I can see him processing the pain, the reality that I actually just did that.
Shen Rui’s eyes follow the movent with the precision of soone whose job is to notice details.
They land on the red mark there, bright and obvious against Bael’s skin, teeth marks clearly visible even from where I’m standing.
Then his gaze shifts to .
I watch understanding click into place on his face, subtle but unmistakable, and I swear I see the corner of his mouth twitch like he’s trying very hard not to smile.
Like he’s putting together exactly what happened and finding it hilarious.
I straighten up slightly, doing my best to look innocent.
Composed.
Like I’m not standing here with my hair a complete ss and my clothes obviously rumpled and a bite mark I just left visible on my husband’s neck for his assistant to see.
Bael’s looking at with an expression I can’t really read.
Not angry, exactly.
More like he’s deciding what to do about this and hasn’t quite landed on an answer yet.
The silence stretches.
Shen Rui is still watching us both, and I can feel his attention even though he’s not moving, not saying anything, just observing this entire situation with what I’m sure is professional detachnt that he’s going to laugh about later.
I clear my throat.
"Uhh..." My voice cos out slightly higher than normal. "L-let’s go get lunch?"
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