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The smell of coffee was relaxing as you walked towards the hallway of your boyfriend’s office. Some familiar faces greeted you, and you stopped to exchange a few words with them.
You knocked on his office door. Once. Twice. Thrice.
"Come in!"
His frown was quickly replaced by astonishment and glee when he saw you. He stood up, leaving the document on his desk, and kissed you on the cheek.
"Hi," He shut the door once you entered his office. He helped you with your bag and shrugged your coat off.
"Why are you here?" he asked as he placed your coat on the chair. He leans with his back on his desk as he looks at you. You noticed his loose tie and the coat he wore on his swivel chair.
You faked an innocent smile as you placed the coffee you brought on the table. "Well, someone told me they were going to take me out for lunch, but didn’t appear, so here I am."
His expression changed from mirth to horror. He immediately checked his clock and phone, and you stifled a laugh when his eyes met yours.
"Fuck," he cursed, wiping his face with his hand."I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."
"I’m hurt." You dramatically held your chest. "I pampered myself since I thought my boyfriend was going to get me."
"I’m really sorry." He pulls you towards him. There’s tension in his shoulder and he sounds exhausted. He rests his head on your shoulder. "Your boyfriend is an idiot."
"He is," you agree as his hands wrap around your waist. "Should I break up with him?"
"Heck no." you laughed at his immediate reaction. "Your boyfriend must be really sorry right now for missing lunch with his beautiful girlfriend."
"I don’t know... he still hasn’t apologized yet."
His hold on you tightened as he apologized repeatedly. You squish him to show that he’s forgiven.
"Your boyfriend is just so overwhelmed today." he says tiredly.
"I can see that." as your eyes travel to the never-ending documents on his desk. The phone on his desk rings, and he ignores it. "I hear there’s some controversy?"
He nods, his head still resting on your shoulder. "Yes, a player is accused of doping. We’re bombarded by the media for a statement, among other things."
You played with the back of his hair, and you smiled when the tension on his shoulders disappeared. "Poor baby."
"Poor baby, indeed." He kissed your neck. "I’m really sorry about missing our lunch."
"I’m not." you said playfully as you gestured towards the coffee. "I still saw you."
He raised his head, and you saw the smirk on his face before he gave you a peck.
"I’ll wrap this all up today, even if I need to work overtime, so I can make it up to you tomorrow. How does that sound?"
You pulled him by his tie. "How about you make it up to me tonight?"
He rises to your challenge. "Oh, I can do that."