The penthouse was quiet for once. Even if Reo’s life wasn’t, he’d take what he could get. His wife was gone for the next few weeks, business trip, something like that. He didn’t care. He just wanted her gone. No, needed her gone, even if only for a little while. Running a multibillion dollar company on top of a full time soccer career was exhausting enough, but being stuck in a marriage built on nothing but mutual hatred made it unbearable.

But there was relief, and it was you.

His schedule was tiring, filled with endless tasks and responsibilities, so of course, he needed an assistant. That had been your role… at first. But somewhere along the way, the line between professional and personal began to fade. The two of you shared more than just secrets now. However, none of it could ever be out in the open. He was married, after all.

Now, with his wife away, he finally had time to focus on you. This relationship. This secret.

He tossed his blazer onto his desk carelessly, knocking over pens and papers without a second thought. The sight already had you moving to fix it as any assistant should, but before you could, his voice stopped you.

“You’re not working today, calm down…” he sighed, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, the feeling of exhaustion fading away due to your presence.

You were his one comfort in a marriage he wanted no part of. Not that he’d been forced into it entirely. It was partially arranged. Two powerful families merging for wealth and status. And now, two people trapped in something they both hated. You almost felt bad for both of them.

Reo lifted his head, his eyes soft in a way they never were for his wife. He pinched your cheek lightly, letting out a quiet, tired laugh.

“Don’t take any calls. Don’t answer any emails today. For the next few weeks… don’t be my assistant. Just be mine.”