It's been a while so read the end of the last chapter to remember what was going on.
It will be better like that.
Otherwise enjoy!❤️

Nathalie rolled her eyes to the angry expression of her boyfriend.
"You're too protective" she sighed.

"No I'm not! I am simply saying my thoughts about 'the random guy' who seems to be your best friend!"

"Gosh do you ever shut up!?" The woman cursed, getting off of the bed and grabbing her phone to accept the call.
"Now be quiet!" She ordered him which completely took the man by surprise and had him feeling even more suspicious than before.

If 'the random guy' wasn't so special then why was Nathalie acting completely different now?
And more importantly, why was she being so damn ignorant towards her boyfriend?
Those were the questions which had the grey haired man anxious.

He feared she was catching feeling for another, but as he knew his assistant, she wasn't like that. She would never betray another in such cruel ways. Yet as of right now Gabriel did feel betrayed in those exact cruel ways.

"Hello!" The sweet voice of the assistant brought the designer back into reality from his terrifying thoughts "How are you?" She giggled over the phone in such a sweet tone that she otherwise barely ever used.

"Well I'm-...f-fine." The voice answered back, sounding rather unsure, almost as if Ron himself on the other side of the line would've been surprised by the joyful tone of the woman too.
However, after an awkward cough the man continued.
"So I called because I have more information about...your person. Would you like me to say it? Are you free right now?"

"Well..." Nathalie looked over her shoulder to spot the designer aggressively frowning at her and shaking his head in disapproval, but she just shrugged and looked away.
"Yeah sure, I'm free."

"G-great! S-so I-...well I-...I k-know his number a-and-...uhm-...if you'd like-"

"To be honest that's not quite what I was thinking of." She cut him off "I-I mean it would be quite awkward for me to call him, right?"

"Right. But what were you thinking then?"

"Uhm I suppose I imagined that you could tell me some background information on him. For example his previous relationship, his family, any siblings, or maybe his criminal history-"

"Oh." Ron sighed with unease "I am quite sure that information is impossible for me to get knowledge of."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well you know Tom, or maybe you don't, not good enough at least. But it's important that you know men like that who have connections to-...let's just say a lot of sketchy people, won't give out any form of information about their life, no matter what."

"How do you know?" The woman questioned with a bitter voice while her trust in 'the random guy' suddenly began declining. "Do you have experiences?" She added to which a deep sigh could be heard from the other side of the line, and then, Ron spoke slowly.

"Nathalie look-..." he began "...maybe if we had a day to only ourselves then I could explain, but right now, over the phone, barely having a few minutes-...I can't."

"Ron I-..." she hesitated to say it because the woman knew her boyfriend who was listening to all this would go feral, but she had to risk it, she had to find out, no matter the cost. "...well what if we do have a day to ourselves?" Nathalie proposed the idea "Would you be willing to tell me everything you know?"

"I-..." Ron's voice unexpectedly broke "...theoretically speaking yes."

"And realistically?"

"There are a lot of conditions which-"

"Don't go off topic!" She said "Answer my question!"

"I can't. Not with the circumstances I have around me. I'm sorry Nathalie. I'm no help to you."

And without a warning their conversation ended there.

The color from Nathalie's face drained away as she didn't feel alright after the call, it all made her anxious about who she could trust and who she couldn't. It especially got her thinking about Ron and all the things that he had said.

"There are a lot of conditions which-"

That one line wouldn't leave her head.
What did he mean by it?
Nathalie didn't understand.

She turned around to look at her boyfriend, but by that time he already had a disappointed glare painted all over his face and there was no escaping the lecture which Gabriel was about to give.

"I told you-" the designer's rage began.

"Sir please don't-"

"I told you he was sketchy! I knew it! I knew it!"

"Gabriel you're exaggerating!"

"No I'm not!" The man threw his hands around carelessly "Listen Nathalie I know my family well enough to figure out that whoever is on Amelie's side must be involved with things I don't even wish to imagine! So please don't get yourself involved in that chaos because it would be living hell. Alright?"

"A-alright-..." the assistant took a deep breath in and sighed with a low tone "...I only wanted to find out-"

"I know." Gabriel cut her off as he unexpectedly appeared before her and took the woman's face into the palms of his hand "I know that you only mean good." He smiled "But you must be careful with this family. And you don't want to learn that the hard way."

"I feel like I already have." She began to tear up and unfortunately for the assistant those tears were unstoppable.
They began to stream down her face in a matter of seconds, flowing and flowing continuously.

"Oh my Nathalie." The designer watched. "I am so sorry love. So sorry."

"I-it's f-fine. R-right n-now I-I am glad that w-we -are together a-and h-happy."

"Well if you say so."

"Mhm." Her weak little smile shined through all those painful tears, and seeing her lips sparkle so happily, Gabriel had to lean a little closer.

"Would you mind if I-"

"Do I look like I would? Sir please." The woman faintly giggled "...don't hesitate any longer."

Almost as if it would've happened in the same second that she finished her words, the grey haired man instantly pressed his lips against here and kissed his girlfriend for the first time in a little while, making it feel like they would've been separated for centuries and this would be their only chance at love.

Gabriel didn't stay long though, he pulled back faster than Nathalie would've liked, but the designer had to because he knew his assistant was still feeling overwhelmed and he wouldn't have wanted to take advantage of her currently very vulnerable feelings.
So as much as it bothered the both of them, he straightened himself which put an annoying distance between the two.

"We should get ready." The grey haired man suggested.

"We should." Nathalie sighed in return "But I can't find energy to-"

"What if we take a shower or bath together? Would that suddenly give you energy?"

"Oh Gabriel." The woman whined, giving her boyfriend a slight punch "It gives me a little more than that."

"Only a little."

"Don't tease me!" She spat "You're so evil!"

"You're not wrong there." Out of the blue he picked her up bridal style "I did terrorize the entirety of Paris for a good while so you definitely can call me evil." Gabriel made his way slowly to the bathroom with the dark haired woman lying safely in his arms "...however, to you I'd say I'm mostly sweet."

"Sweet my ass."

"Sure is."

"Damn you!" Nathalie sighed, hiding her face in her hands "You're so mean!"

"Oh come on now!" The designer placed her down onto the sink.
Then he turned to his right to start the water in the shower. "Don't be so angry." Gabriel smirked "With a nice warm shower you'll forget all your worried." The man's hands rested on her waist and before taking ahold of the hem of her shirt, he glimpsed up into the eyes of his girlfriend, waiting for a little nod which soon came.
So as she agreed, the designer swiftly took the woman's pajama off of Nathalie.

"I love you." He kissed her "And you're so beautiful."

The assistant giggled to the sound of that.
It was such a melody that she wished it would've stuck in her head like the way the sound of the ocean stayed in seashells forever.
Everlastingly.

"Thank you sir." Nathalie replied, now her hand resting on the hem of his shirt. "You're also very eye catching yourself."

"Eye catching?"

"Precisely. Just like some work of art would be."

"Oh." Gabriel blushed "You sure know how to flirt."

The woman grinned as she watched a strong shade of red start to appear on her boyfriend's face because she knew she got him flustered, and that always had Nathalie smiling excitedly.

But despite getting lost in each other's looks, the two adults managed to focus back and in that same second the designer's hands took a hold on his girlfriend's hands which were still tightly grasping the edge of his shirt.
Then, smirking at her, he mumbled.

"You know you can." The man's quiet voice brought her back.

He stared at her so strongly and with such passion that the assistant's heart had completely melted.

"I-oh-" that was all that the woman could utter before having her voice betray her and unable to speak.

However, even then the grey haired man knew what she wanted to say, so with placing his hands on either side of her face and brining her gaze up to look at him, the designer added to his earlier statement:

"Just saying." Gabriel chuckled "You are allowed."

"Well." Nathalie's hands brought his shirt a little bit up "Thank you for letting me know." She lifted it even more to the point where her boss didn't wait until she would be fully done with her slow process of getting the shirt off of him. Instead the designer himself just simply took off his own shirt and like that quickened the process started by his girlfriend.

In that moment the assistant froze, a little shook that her superior was acting in such impatient ways, nevertheless also glad that he was enthusiastic about it all.

So she glared up into his eyes with hers, daringly, and while wrapping her arms around his neck, also pulling herself close to him like that, Nathalie hummed.

"You're not wasting any time, are you?"

"Why would I?" Questioned the grey haired man. His eyebrows curved downwards in a thinking position. "Why would I-"

"-Only an observation and it's interesting." She cut him off

"Is it now? You find it interesting?"

"I find it interesting how we're both shirtless and still talking outside the shower."

"I see." Gabriel laughed. Slowly moving his hands to the hem of his girlfriend's pants and resting a grip on it there. "If you would like to speed up things then I suggest you cooperate."

For a moment the assistant's face didn't change, it became motionless, only her lips curved into a smirk which made their way closer and closer to the man's ears, right before stopping to whisper.

"Then how about you yourself hurry the fuck up. Okay?"

The designer gasped.

"Excuse me?"

"I said what I said." Nathalie repeated. Her voice being demanding and unexpectedly attractive towards her boyfriend. "Get those ugly pants off of yourself and off of me, lock this stupid door, and let's finally shower!" She whined, rolling her eyes "You're making me wait too long already."

"Oh my apologies." He did as told, taking his own pants off before hers, in a rush of course. "I-I didn't mean to keep you waiting so much."

"Well you already have, so you better make up for it."

"I'll try my very best, love."

To be continued-