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MICAH BLEU

Work this week has been hectic, after the data breach that Weston mentioned on Sunday. Things had gone into carnage, Weston was in meetings upon meetings and then calls upon calls. I didn't have a spare moment to see him in the last four days.

I could see how stressed he was, how little he was sleeping. Bags built up under his eyes and it hurt to see, his company was his baby and now he was in deep shit with a lot of clients and contractors.

Theo kept telling me to calm down and that Weston and Fred would sort this out but seeing your boyfriend in distress is going to upset you, of course it is. Wishing that you could do something to make it all better but this was completely out of my depth. I had no idea how bad the breach actually was, if people would end up taking the company to court or it was something they could fix.

The moral at work was low, no one really spoke much. Attempting not to piss off Weston before he hit the roof, literally. I think we all wanted to help in a way and sitting down in silence and getting on with our work was the best way to show him this.

As much as I wanted to see Weston, I didn't want to smother him if he didn't want the affection right now. Maybe he was far too tense for any form of love, which I understood but I still wanted to just give him a hug and tell him things would work themselves out.

Before the end of the day Weston and Fred leave the office to attend an important meeting, we all leave on time and I wanted nothing more than to hear his voice and ask if he was okay. Realistically, I knew that he wouldn't be but I just wanted to know.

When I jam my keys into my apartment door later that evening, Valentina was cooking up something that smelt delicious and made my stomach growl angrily.

"Hey," she waves the spatula she was holding at me.

"Hey," I smile back as I shrug off my coat and bag, dumping them onto the floor and waltzing towards the countertop. "What you making?"

"Risotto," she grins back at me. "You want some?"

"Yes please," I nod eagerly. "I'm so hungry, work has been so long."

"Oh yeah," Vee frowns. "How's Weston?"

I shrug. "I dunno, I haven't really spoke to him for a few days. He's been so busy and I don't want to bother him. They might be in a lot of legal trouble so I don't want to distract him from anything he's doing."

"He'll probably want to hear from you Micah," Valentina nods towards me as she places the spatula back into pot on the hob. "He's head over heels for you and I know for a fact that if I was having a bad day, I'd want to hear from the love of my life. No matter what is going on."

I chew on the inside of my mouth at her words. "I guess," I nod. "I just don't want him to think I'm bothering him at all."

"He won't," she shakes her head vigorously. "He's probably dying to hear your voice, he needs some normality in his life if he's had a hectic few days."

"Yeah that's true," I eventually agree. "Maybe I'll call him after dinner."

"It'll be ready in like five minutes," she tells me and I hum in approval. "Oh by the way, there is a letter for you on the table."

My eyes flick from hers to the table behind me, pushing myself up from the counter and walking towards the letter. Looking down at the perfectly neat handwriting, my name spelt correctly as well as the address.

Digging my finger into the envelope and ripping open the paper, placing my hand inside but not finding paper but a lacy material. Slowly my hand drags out the item and I muffle out a quiet scream as the pair of underwear drops down onto the table.

"What?" Valentina runs up from behind me. "Ewwww, are they a pair of underwear?"

"Yeah," I breathe out as I look over the red and black lace pants.

Valentina punches my shoulder. "I thought you were gay and now you're buying girls underwear?" She jokes and I roll my eyes at her.

"Shut up,'" I shrug her off.

"Is there nothing else in the envelope?" She questions as I pick it up and rip it open.

Nothing else falls out, just the underwear that was sitting on our dinner table.

"Why would anyone send me this?" I ask in confusion.

"Maybe it's meant to be a joke?" Valentina suggests. "Someone from work might have sent them or something."

My head shakes. "No one would care enough to go out of their way to do that, especially buying postage. People are stingy you know."

Valentina laughs quietly. "That's true," she agrees. "Maybe it was sent by mistake."

"But my name is literally written perfectly and the address," I clarify. "This was meant to be sent to me."

"It's probably just a prank," Valentina shrugs before attending back to the risotto. "Anyway, clear the table. Dinner is pretty much ready."

I nod back at her words and pick up the underwear between the envelope and drop it into the bin before plating up the table, desperate for some food in my stomach.

. . .

Valentina decided to have an early night as she was up at five o'clock this morning, I didn't blame her. I felt exhausted just waking up at six thirty. I clean up after our dinner, grateful that Vee had cooked us something, the least I could do was wash up.

I settle down onto the sofa and turn on the TV to a low volume, my phone laying down on the edge of the coffee table. Leaning forward to grasp it between my fingers and looking at the time, it was only half eight. Surely Weston would be at home by now.

Clicking onto his name icon and seeing the screen light up in the call dial, I raise the phone to my phone and listen to it ring. Biting down onto my lip as time ticks by, after each ring I realise maybe he's asleep or still working.

Just as I'm about to hang up the line cuts to the call. "Micah," he says, his voice sounding tired.

"Hey," I say cheerfully. "How are you?"

"Better now I'm talking to you," he breathes out and my cheeks lift up into a tight smile.

"I wasn't sure if you were still working or whatever, I didn't want to bother you." I admit before shutting my lips together suddenly.

"No," Weston responds. "I'm glad you called, I need something to bring me back to earth."

"How is everything?" I ask genuinely.

"Messy," he exhales. "But it's going better than I expected. We've still got loads of meetings to have with some of our biggest clients, just needing to explain what happened and how we are going to put it right."

My lips frown slightly. "This is so shit that this happened to you," I say and Weston hums. "Who would do this and why?"

Weston exhales a long, sharp breath. "Competitors, people who commit fraud. We had so much security around all of our data that I'm even confused as to how they managed to hack our information and steal our client's personal data. But now we know how they've been targeted, I've hired an advanced team to make sure that something like this never happens again."

"I hope it doesn't," I say as I sink lower into the sofa. "Hopefully things resolve themselves soon because you don't deserve this."

"Thanks Micah," he says.

"What are you doing?"

"Just trying to take my mind off everything really," he tells me. "I even poured myself a glass of wine, it's that bad."

"Ehh," I shake my head. "It's Thursday which means it's practically Friday, so it doesn't matter. You gotta do what you gotta do."

"I'm so glad you approve," he says lightly down the phone. "What have you been doing?"

"Well Valentina cooked me some dinner which was amazing," I explain. "And then I got this letter today which I opened and inside was nothing but a pair of black and red lacey underwear."

"What?"

"I know, I'm so confused. There wasn't a note or anything, just the underwear." I sigh out as I move my glasses away from my face and rub my eyes.

"That's strange," he comments.

"Very, I couldn't even tell you who would send it." I shake my head, feeling a light pain between my brows.

"Could be a prank?"

I nod. "Vee said that but I'm not convinced, no one cares that much."

"Well if you get anything else sent to you, please tell me." He says and I instantly smile.

"I will do, it's probably nothing." I shake my head.

"Let's hope so," he says eventually. "Please tell me that I'm seeing you this weekend?"

"Have you got a slot for me?" I question lightheartedly.

"I always have time for you Micah," he tells me. "Even if that meant I'd have to get up an extra four hours earlier on a Monday because I wanted to spend time with you on the weekend, then I would."

My heart stings for a moment. "I'd never let you get up four hours earlier," I tell him.

"That's not the point," he laughs lightly. "I know that we don't need to spend everyday with each other and I love that we can be like that, but I still want to see you when I can."

"Well are you doing anything on Saturday?"

Weston sighs deeply. "Depends what goes on tomorrow before the end of the working week but I'll come by on Saturday for a little bit to see you?"

"Sounds good to me," I nod.

"Okay well I'll see you tomorrow," he breathes out.

"Good night West," I smile.

"Love you," he mumbles out.

"Love you too." I say before pulling the phone away from my ear and cutting the call.

. . .

Saturday felt like it came around far too slow, all I wanted was to give Weston a big hug and drown in a million kisses. Having barely spoke two words to him in person this week, I was in need of some affection from my favourite person in the world.

A knock at the door stirs me from the sofa as I jump up onto the ground and charge over to the door like there was no tomorrow. Pressing down onto the handle and opening the door, looking up at my gorgeous boyfriend.

His hair was messy but he still looked amazing, his eyes slightly lower than normal but I knew how exhausted he was from the past week.

I lift up onto my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, Weston's hands sliding across my lower back and pulling me into him instantly. My face burying into the crook of his warm neck, breathing in his sweet smell.

"God I missed you," Weston whispers as he slowly lets go of my body and cups the back of my head with his hands.

"I missed you too," I breathe out as I look up at his warm brown eyes.

Weston smiles and lowers his head to my lips, pressing kisses to me over and over until I'm breathless.

"You have no idea how glad I am to see you," he says before kissing me again.

My mouth stretches out into a wide grin. "I'm glad you're here," I admit. "I've been dying to see you."

"I've got a few things to do later this evening but I've got a good few hours with you," Weston tells me as he slowly removes his hands from my head.

"A few hours is great with me," I say with a bright smile. "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing and everything," he laughs gently. "I don't care."

"I don't care either," I say as my eyes flick between his.

We never needed a motive to enjoy each others company, I just enjoyed spending time with him even when all we do is watch movies and eat. I cherish these moments so close to my heart and I know West does too.

We live for this shit.

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