ZACH’S POV

Standing in front of her office at exactly 9:58 am wearing a blue suit with dry patches of vomit and hoping the door would magically open is dumb I know but there is a reason why I am acting so weird and awkward.

EARLIER THAT DAY

“ALAIA KNIGHTLEY, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE THIS ADORABLE! LOOK AT THOSE CHEEKS, MAKES ME WANNA POKE YOU, hehe” I coo as I make weird faces at my daughter who is lying on our bed, laughing loudly.

We both have the same waking time and in the mornings I usually bathe and dress her up, it is my favorite part of the day because I get to play with her without any work duties.

“Who is daddy’s favorite angel? Yes, you are.” And then I tickle her and her laugh is what gives me the energy to work through the day and come back home to see her waiting for me to tuck her in.

Maybe it was the tickling that suddenly made her vomit all over me and even after my mom repeatedly telling me to not tickle her too much, I still do it but who can resist that? But let’s pretend for my sake I didn’t do anything.

AND NOW…

I am standing in front of her office with a victorious look because my mom didn’t catch the vomit stain and that means I won't get to hear ‘I told you so’ and can enjoy her spaghetti with meatballs.

I was hoping she wouldn’t notice but let’s be honest here, when your little girl vomits on your shirt you tend to show it off as a trophy or is it just me who does that?

I knock on the door and hear a faint ‘come in’ and I enter the room and I notice a small library on the right with so many books and on the left side there is a couch which looks so comfortable and I wonder how bouncy it would be if I start jumping on it along with my baby.

“Done admiring my couch Mr. Knightley?” I turned around and forgot how to breathe for a second.

There she was standing in front of her desk, wearing a black skirt which reached her knees and a pink shirt which looked so comfortable and her hair was open and with strands falling near her chest and her red lips were turned into a smirk as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at me with mischief in her eyes.

(Outfit she is wearing 👆)

“Should I be jealous of that couch now? I thought you had your eyes on someone.” She smirked and her eyes scanned me from up to down and then chuckled softly.

“Um no of course not Angel I mean Anna, oh shit I mean ma'am.”

Wow way to act cool Zach, I thought.

“I prefer Ma’am but you can call me Anna, and is that vomit on your shirt? She asked.

“Oh yeah my daughter loves to mark her territory, she is just 3 months old but she never fails to amaze me,” I said smiling. “Just this morning when I was coming out of the shower she chose this shirt for me to wear, and I thought she finally has learnt to not vomit on me, turns out she selected that shirt because it would look good with the stain."

And then I hear laughing coming from Anna’s direction which snaps me out of my daydream and I stare for I don’t know long.

“She is your daughter.” She says softly. “Before I continue to tell you the tasks you have to do you must be wondering why I called you here?”

“Uh yes I was hoping you would tell me that, but it is alright even if you don’t, I mean you are the boss you don’t have to explain it to me,” I said looking anywhere but her eyes.

“No, you deserve an explanation. You see I got to hear from all the clients that you are an amazing employee and you  have finalized many deals which have increased in profits and for this you deserve a promotion.” She informs me with a proud look on her face.

“Wow thank you for giving me this opportunity, I promise I will not let you down,” I said.

“I know you won’t.” She said softly. “You never did.”

Then I see her walking closer to me and I start walking backward nervous. Every step she takes towards me is another step to the couch that I have suddenly started to like. And before I know it I have fallen on that couch and Anna is suddenly straddling me with her legs on either side of my waist.

Is she trying to kill me, RIP Zachary, at least I lived a good life, no wait I still have to meet Mickey Mouse in Disneyland, I thought.

“I hope you aren’t fantasizing about another girl when I am on top of you.” She smirks.

And then I realize our position and start blushing profusely. Aren’t the roles supposed to be switched?

“Wh- what are you doing?” I clear my throat and look anywhere but at the face.

“What do you think I am doing? I am trying to mark you as mine, and by the looks of your shirt I don’t think you have a problem with someone claiming you.” She winked.

Next, I know her hands are softly caressing my cheeks and she has this look of adoration and maybe want?

Wait did I apply the cream on my face this morning, oh no what if Anna doesn’t like the feel of my cheeks because it’s dry? I thought.

“Your cheeks are soft Zach, you need not worry,” Anna said with a glint of amusement written on her face.

As I heard the time ticking away I could feel my cheeks getting redder and I became embarrassed to blush suddenly like that.

God, I am truly an idiot. I thought.

“No you aren’t Zachary, in fact, I quite like the look of the color red on your face, I wonder where else it would look good…” And with that, she officially succeeded in making me feel like a real-life tomato and let me tell you it’s not as fun as it looks.

I chuckled nervously and started reciting the alphabets backward in my head just to distract myself from doing something stupid.

She raised her finger to trace my cheekbones when I noticed a small cut,

“OH MY GOD, YO- YOU  ARE HURT SO BADLY!  WHAT HAPPENED?! DO YOU NEED A PAINKILLER, OH MY GOD WHO SHOULD I FIGHT?!”

And next thing I know I feel a pair of lips on me and that’s when everything goes black…

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