Cade opened his eyes and looked beside him almost immediately; it was like he was trying to confirm if he was in a dream or if everything that happened at night was real, and Ophelia was beside him, sleeping soundly. It felt too surreal as he stretched out his hand and patted down her head.
“It’s real,” he said, kissing her forehead gently.
He silently pulled himself off the bed. He was supposed to go to work, but luckily for him, he had given his assistant off days, meaning he could also use that as an excuse to skip work.
Ophelia’s eyes fluttered open as she looked around.”It’s not my room,” she said in a loving tone.”It’s not mine,” she said, sitting up in bed, wrapping the blanket over her body.
She watched the door open, and Cade came in with two glasses on a tray in his hand. “There you are,” she said, biting her bottom lips in a coy manner.
“You are awake already,” he said, rushing to the side of the bed as he carefully dropped the tray to the side of the bed and sat down beside her.
“Why were you not here when I woke up?” She asked as if she were offended by his actions.
“I had to get you some coffee,” he said, gently taking one of the cups from the side table and pointing it to her. “Want some?”
“Of course, I have to have it,” she said, holding down the blanket under her armpits as she took the cup from his hand and sniffed from the sides of the cup. “Smells so good is it because you made it,” she said in a teasing tone with her eyes closed as she took the cup to her mouth and sipped on it. “Thank you,” she said as the hot liquid travelled through her body and woke her up.
“I am glad that you like it,” he said, taking up his cup and sipping on it. He did not want to respond to her teasing; this was all new to him, and he did not know the right way to respond so she did not get offended.
“What time is it?” she asked, and he looked down at the bedside clock by his side and turned to her.
“8 am,” he whispered, and she literally jumped out of a sitting position onto the bed, still managing to hold down the blanket with her arm and careful enough not to spill the coffee in the cup. “What was that?” he asked, dropping his cup and standing up beside the bed.
“I will be late for work,” she murmured, trying to get down but failing because she was trying her best not to spill any coffee and at the same time still be covered by the blanket.
“Let me help you,” he said, stretching his hand to her so he could take out the cup from her hand. She obliged and gave him the cup, which he dropped to the stand beside his. He stretched his hand to help her get out of bed easily. She was now standing beside him with her eyes glued to his.
“Why are you in a hurry to get to work?” He asked shocked that she was taking this job as seriously as she was.
“My dad is constantly watching,” she said, closing her eyes, tempted to massage her temples because of how she felt. “He had told me to do a lot of things with the company he had made me CEO of, and I have to do that lot of things just to become the vice chairman,” she explained.
“So are you saying that you have to go to work today and that you are going to leave me all alone at home today?” he asked, blinking rapidly.
“Yes, I am saying that I must go to work,” she said with a sad frown on her face.
“That is in no way fair at all,” he murmured, dramatically plopping into the bed.
“I do not want to go as well, but I have to,” she said, sitting beside him.
“Huh!” he exclaimed, and she was tempted to laugh at his reaction. It was not like him at all. She wanted to ask if it was love that changed him as much as it did now, but she thought against it since it was not the matter at hand. “This is not fair,” he said, like a child who was being forced to do assignments for school.
“I know right, but who do I complain to?” she asked, a laugh threatening to escape her lips.
“Do you find this funny?” he asked, and she shook her head violently. “You do find this funny,” he said, and she continued shaking her head to at least persuade him otherwise.
“Of course not,” she managed to squeeze out while pressing down the laughter that was bubbling in her chest.
“Why is this funny? Is it funny that I cannot spend time with you today?” he asked like a child ready to throw a major tantrum.
“Of course not,” she said, clearing her throat and sitting up straight in bed. “I have to go get ready for work now,” she said, trying to stand up. As she tried to stand up, his hand held her down and pulled her closer to himself.
“You should at least say good morning properly,” he said, planting a kiss on her lip.
“Is there a way to say good morning?” she asked, pulling back. He nodded, so she pulled back in and continued to kiss him.
Her hand that had been holding down the blanket to her body fell to her side as she tried to hold his face as she kissed him. “You should not try to tempt me to stop you from going to work,” he whispered in between the kisses.
“What do you mean?” she asked back as she planted multiple kisses on his lips.
He pulled up the blanket and held it up against her body. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” he asked, and she pulled her head back and shook her head.
“I did not; I have to really get to work soon or else I would be late,” she said, patting his cheek gently before she stood up and ran out of the room.
“I will make breakfast for you,” he called after her as she sped out of the room.
“I will love that.”