Areer Obstacle

Сareer obstacle

I dated Timothee for six months. We felt good with each other, he felt me, and I felt him.

I was not an actress, director, producer, I have nothing to do with creative professions. Therefore, sometimes I did not understand some aspects of his work. Some of the suggestions he received. Some jokes. I didn’t understand, but I accepted his decisions and always supported him. We were different, but I thought that this was not a problem. We loved each other and that was all that mattered.

One day Timothee was at one of his work meetings and I was at home. I got a call from his agent and offered to meet at a cafe. James said that we need to discuss something important. My thoughts were immediately turned to Timothee, suddenly he was in trouble, so I immediately agreed. An hour later, I was sitting in a cafe near my apartment and waiting for James. Every minute I became more and more nervous. Finally my wait was over and James sat across from me.

- Hey, what's up? He smiled and looked down at himself.

- Hey, - I answered, - so, is there something wrong? What did you want to talk to me about? To be honest, I was surprised when you called me.

“Yeah, listen, it might be better if I get straight to the point. You know, Timothee is a young, promising actor. One of the highest paid actors of his generation. His top priority right now is his career, not his relationship.

As he spoke, I felt my body grow cold, and a lump rise up in my throat.

"But we…" I tried to say, but James interrupted me.

- Let me finish, please. I know you love him and he loves you. For now. But it goes away, you know? I don't think your relationship will last long. It's better to stop now, before your relationship affects his career.

Therefore, his hand reached out to my palm, which was lying on the table, but I abruptly jerked my hand back. James took a deep breath and looked at me regretfully.

You know that I wish him the very best. It's my job to take care of him and his career. Besides, you yourself know how many times he rescheduled meetings to spend time with you. Or did not go to events that could affect his career. Do you think you're being honest with him?

I was silent for a while, after which I looked him straight in the eyes and, without looking away, said clearly:

- I think that our relationship with Timothee is our business with him. This is not within your jurisdiction. Your work is his career. Timothy is an adult who makes his own decisions. If he thinks that our relationship is a mistake, then he will tell me about it himself. You are paid to do your job and it is not it.

Then I abruptly got up from my seat and went outside. Without noticing Timothee, who was at the other end of the cafe at that time and who heard every word from our conversation with James.

When I was on the street, I did not know where to go. I was so shocked by what had happened that I did not know what to think or what to do. I never doubted Timothee and his feelings for me. But what if James is right and I'm interfering with Timothee`s career? I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice how I walked about 2 blocks. Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand sharply, I got scared, clenched my right hand into a fist to hit the one that grabbed me, as Timothy saw in front of me. He was breathing heavily, and a whole ocean of emotions splashed in his eyes. I realized that he was running after me.

- Tim, God, I'm so sorry. I thought it was some stranger who grabbed me...

- I'm sorry, baby, I called you, but you didn't hear me.

- What are you doing here?

- I called you, but your phone was off. I got out early and wanted to spend time with you. I went to your apartment, but you weren't there either. Then I realized that you can be in that cafe on the corner near your apartment, because you often go there.

- Oh, Timothee..., - it seemed to me that my heart skipped a beat. I didn't know what to say. Did he see me and James in the cafe? What could he think of it?

- Yes, I ... was there ... I ...

- Stop it. I heard everything and saw everything.

I averted my gaze and looked down at my feet.

" Timothee, I know that you love me, but I don't want to be an obstacle in your career." I didn't want to cry, but my eyes began to fill with tears. "Don't cry," I repeated to myself.

Timothee pulled me hard against him and buried his lips in my hair. 

- I love you so much. So much. And I will never let you go, - he pushed me away from him and looked into my eyes, - I am all yours, my love. And you never were and never will be my obstacle. It is you who help me to work, to do what I do. Without you, it all just doesn't make sense.

Timothy gently pressed his lips to mine and then looked back at me.

- After you ran out of the cafe, I went up to James and gave him a piece of mi mind. Long story short I will have a new agent.

“But Timothee, James did a good job.” I tried to justify James because I didn't want him to lose his job because of me. Even if he acted like an asshole.

- No, you're right. Our relationship is only our business with you. I don't want to work with people who go behind my back. Especially with those who are trying to take you away from me.

“I love you so much,” I whispered and hugged him tightly.

“And I love you too,” he replied. We stood like that, in each other's arms, for a while. I don't know how long, but I didn't want to let him go. I understood that we were on the street, where anyone could see us and take a picture of our private moment, but I didn't care. Part of me thought I might lose Timothy, so instead. to let him go, I only pressed closer to him. He was my home and I was his.

Ray of light

It was late at night. You were lying in your bed that you shared with Alexander, in your common room, and read a book. Alexander was busy preparing for the next military campaign. You were busy too. You were in charge of medical care for Grisha, but today you had a free evening, and you decided to occupy yourself with an interesting book while you wait for Alexander's return.

After a while, you heard how the door of your bedroom opened and Alexander entered the room, on whose face you saw anger and irritation.

"Great," you thought sarcastically, "someone is in a great mood."

“Hello dear,” you said to Alexander and smiled over the top of your book. In response, he just nodded briefly at you and began to take off his kefta, shirt, pants.

You were with Alexander for several years, so you knew what you need to do when he was in such a mood. First, you began to observe his actions. When he took off his clothes, instead of going to bed with you, he sat on the edge of your bed with him and put his head in his arms, trying to control his emotions. He didn't want to be around you in this state, so he tried to calm down before going to bed with you. Alexander, the head of the Second Army, a fearless and always collected General, now looked broken. You couldn't stand it.

You quietly put the book aside, then moved closer to Alexander and gently covered his tense shoulders with your hands. Alexander flinched, but didn't try to remove your touch. Then you pressed your cheek to the base of his neck and began to gently stroke his shoulders, trying to remove the tension from his body.

“Whatever happened,” you began to say quietly, “you can handle it.” You gently, almost weightlessly kissed him and his neck “Besides ...”, - you continue, giving Alexander one more kiss, - “always remember ... ", - one more kiss," You are not alone. "

You moved closer to Alexander and with your index finger gently turned his head towards you, "I will always be with you, and I always got your back" you whispered against his lips, then gently pressed your lips to his. It wasn't a passionate kiss that usually leaves your bedroom in a mess. It was a pure kiss, full of the promise of everlasting love and support.

Alexander broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes were closed, but you could feel the darkness raging in his body.

“And I will always protect you, from any danger,” you added with a smile. This time he smiled.

“From any danger?” He asked affectionately and finally hugged you.

"Well ...," you said, "except for the boredom that happens at your meetings in the palace." You are not sure that your remark would be appropriate in this situation, but you could not stop yourself from trying to feel better.

When Alexander looked at you again, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. Thank God. At first Alexander wanted to come up with an answer to your joke, but he saw with what love you were looking at him, so the only thing he managed to say was "I love you." Then he buried his face in your neck and pressed you even tighter to him.

"And I love you. Always remember this," you whispered into his hair and hugged him tighter. Alexander knew this, but all the same, every time your declarations of love filled his heart with the hope that all was not lost for him. You were his personal ray of light, a guiding star and he will do everything to make you happy.

Tough day

The last few weeks at work have been tough for Billy. New contracts, important clients, regular meetings. And, it seemed, every little thing demanded Billy's attention, so he was tense lately. You managed to see each other, but these were rare, short moments. You were not happy about this, but you understood that now Billy needs your support, although he will never admit it. He was not used to sharing his experiences, because he considered it a manifestation of weakness, but you had a different opinion about this.

Billy tried to spend every free minute with you, but now he rarely succeeded. When you were around, he felt calm, as if at home. At least that was how he imagined the house. The place where he is expected, loved and always supported. Billy knew that he could trust you, but he believed that he should protect you, even from the whole world, if necessary, because he cherished you. Therefore, he did not tell you about his problems, and you have not yet dared to insist.

Having managed to complete all the plans in the morning, you decided to visit Billy, at least for a couple of minutes. You went to his favorite cafe and bought him an apple pie. You knew that food like that wasn’t suitable for lunch, but Billy loves apple pie, and you wanted to please him. Billy rarely got mad at you unless you seriously screw up. And you hoped that your presence at his work would not give him problems today.

You walked into the Anvil building and went straight to Billy's office. Entering the room, you saw Jessica, Billy's secretary. You weren't intimately familiar, but she knew who you were.

“Hi Jess,” you said with a smile. She looked tired and the table was littered with papers. She looked up at you with tired eyes and smiled faintly.

- Hey! How do you? Sorry, but Billy is at the meeting ... - then you both heard your boyfriend's angry voice coming from the next room. From what you heard, it became clear that one of his subordinates made a serious mistake.

Then the door of the meeting room was thrown open, Billy came out and began to address Jessica in a loud voice. Billy looked angry.

- Jessica, where are papers on Mr. Stevens' ?!

You both jumped at the harsh sound. As soon as Billy's eyes rested on you, surprise flashed across his face.

- Y / N, what are you doing here? Something happened?

You cleared your throat and said:

- Sorry to distract you. I would like to talk to you. Will you take a few minutes for me?

Anxiety flashed in his gaze, and he examined you from head to toe before answering.

“Jessica, take the papers on Mr. Stevens's to the meeting room and tell them I'll be back soon. And tell them to re-read the documents before my arrival and understand what the hell they are talking about.

Jess nodded and quickly ran to her desk for the papers.

“Come to my office,” Billy told you, and you followed him.

As soon as you entered his office, Billy closed the door and turned sharply to you.

- So what happened? Are you okay? I didn’t receive any calls or messages from you today, and you didn’t say that you would come to me… - while he was talking, you hugged Billy tightly and pulled him to you. You wanted to take away all his stress, all his stress. Billy was like a taut string about to break.

- Do not be mad at me, please, I did not want to disturb you - you kissed him on the chin - I know that you are now having a difficult period at work and everyone needs your attention, but I was worried about you, so I just wanted to visit you and make sure you're okay.

- Are you worried about me? Billy said quietly, and he hugged you back.

You frowned and said:

“Of course I was worried about you. How could it be otherwise? I hope I didn't bother you too much, but you look like you need a break.

Billy pulled back slightly, looked into your eyes and said:

- How did I deserve you?

You smiled back and said:

- You probably did something very good in your past life.

Billy laughed softly and pressed his lips to yours. You pressed closer to him, and you involuntarily escaped a groan of pleasure.

“And that's not all…” you muttered, “I'm sure you haven't eaten anything, and as far as I know, sugar helps to think better, so…,” you took a pie out of your bag and handed it to him.

“Is that for me?” Billy took the cake from your hands and looked at you with disbelief, as if you decided to make fun of him.

- Of course, silly, who else? - you laughed, - besides, he is very sweet. You'll like it.

Billy looked at you and his eyes flashed with dangerous fire.

- I know another sweet thing that I want to try.

“Billy!” You exclaimed, but at the thought of his tongue between your legs your body was on fire.

He laughed and walked to his table

“Will you keep me company?” He asked, taking a pie out of the box and handing you one piece.

“Don't you need to go back to the meeting?” You asked, puzzled.

“I’m the boss,” Billy said with a smile, taking a bite of the pie, “besides, I need a break for a few minutes, otherwise I’ll kill them all. They need to be more responsible about their work or they will quickly lose it. I need professionals, not amateurs.

While Billy was eating, you got an idea. You didn’t think about it for a long time, fearing that you would get cold feet and change your mind, but you always wanted to do it.

- You're too tense, dear, - you said, went to the door and closed the door on the lock. Then you slowly approached Billy, who was sitting on the couch and looked at you attentively, - if you want, I can help you ..., - you said quietly and knelt down in front of him.

Billy's face was filled with excitement, but he seemed to be trying to control himself.

Then you ran your palm over his crotch and squeezed his cock through his pants.

Billy sighed sharply and said:

- Baby, you shouldn't ...

“I know,” you cut him off, “but this is what I have been thinking about for a long time and ... you don’t want me to ?,” you asked quietly and looked uncertainly into his eyes. You weren’t experienced in sex too much, but with Billy, you became more confident. Sometimes it just seemed to you that you weren't enough for him, that he could find someone better. But as soon as such thoughts appeared in your head, Billy immediately convinced you otherwise.

- God, of course, I want this, - he said confidently, took your face in his hands and leaned towards you, - I just want you to be sure that you want it.

You smiled and kissed him.

“I’m sure,” you smiled, “besides, you and I don’t want you to explode from the tension, right?” You winked at Billy and began to unbutton his pants.

- I can control myself very w ... - he began, but as soon as you pulled his cock out of your pants and ran your tongue over the head of the cock, his hips involuntarily twitched, and you laughed softly.

“You were saying ...,” you said, looking at Billy again. His eyes burned with fire, his lips are compressed, his breathing quickened.

You wanted to quickly relieve Billy's tension, so you drew your tongue along the entire length of the penis several times, then took it in your mouth and began to suck.

“My good girl,” Billy muttered and moaned softly.

Billy put his hand on your head, grabbing your hair and began to guide you. Billy's moans intensified and you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“Baby,” Billy said in a low voice, “if you don’t want me to ...

You looked up at him, momentarily looked up from his cock and said

- Cum in my mouth, Billy. I want to taste everything of you

You again took his cock in your mouth and continued to suck, not taking your eyes off Billy's eyes.

In a moment, you felt Billy come with a groan in your mouth. His head is thrown back, his eyes are closed. You licked his cock clean, then zipped up his pants and sat on the couch next to Billy. Now he was relaxed and you were happy.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked him. Billy pulled you close and kissed you passionately on the lips.

- You can not even imagine.

- I am glad, - you giggled,- Well, I think I'll go… - you said. You wanted to get up and walk to the door so Billy could get back to his work, but he wouldn't let you and pulled you closer to him.

“Stay with me for a few more minutes,” he muttered into your hair.

You sat there for a while, after which Billy still had to return to his duties. But he promised you that he will come home early today and this time you will moan.

I will always have your back

Billy was angry. He was really mad at you. But also scared. You have never seen him like this. You sat on the couch in his office and waited for Billy to come back until he ... you didn't really know what he was doing, but you didn't really want to know, to be honest.

While you were waiting for him, the memories of the last few hours began to revive in your head.

You are about to go to an exhibition of contemporary art in the museum. Billy was at work, so you decided to kill time and get distracted. You was in the museum for about half an hour when you saw Billy and his guys from Anvil. He was in a dark suit, flawless as always. They were near some man and judging by his clothes, watch, behavior, you could assume that it was some kind of businessman. One of the branches of Billy's area of ​​work was guarding people who contracted with Billy's organization. Is that why you realized that Billy was now in ... a working operation? Something like that. In any case, you didn't want him to see you, because it could distract him from work, and you didn't want him to have problems. Therefore, you tried to pass unnoticed into another hall.

But, of course, you underestimated Billy's skills, because a few minutes later someone's hand touched your shoulder, and you turned around abruptly. Your boyfriend was standing in front of you with a frown on his face.

- Y/N, what are you doing here?

- Billy!, - you exclaimed, - I just wanted to see the exhibits...you know that I love art.

You wanted to hug him, but you weren't sure it would be appropriate, given the circumstances.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?", "What is it?" he asked sternly, still not taking his eyes off you.

You were confused for a moment, so you answered in a trembling voice:

"I didn't know I had to tell you about everything I do."

Seeing your uncertainty, Billy's face softened.

- That's not what I meant. It's just... "he turned around and looked at his guys and at that businessman," you need to get out of here.

- Why is that?, - you asked in surprise.

- I'll explain everything to you later, okay? I am working. And I think it might not be safe here right now, so I'd like you to leave. We'll talk to you at home tonight.

You looked around and saw that there were fewer and fewer people in the museum. Only Billy's subordinates and that man remain.

"Will you be safe?", you asked quietly, starting to get nervous. You looked at Billy carefully.

- Of course, - he smiled and gently touched your hand, - this is my job. And I'm damn good at it, "he answered you with a grin," and now please go away.

"Okay," you said, and headed for the exit. As soon as you left the museum, you heard gunshots. You fell to the floor and covered your head with your hands until the shots stopped. After examining yourself, you realized that the shots were fired from another hall. Where Billy was. You understood that you had no military training. You weren't a soldier, you weren't a policeman. But there was one thought in your head: Billy. You knew that Billy was an expert in his work, but you couldn't leave there without making sure that he was safe. You will have very big problems, because you didn't leave, but you didn't care.

Carefully going into the hall, where the shots were coming from, you looked out from behind the wall and saw that there were a lot of people in the room, all with weapons. Two people were standing in the center of the room, and they seemed to be talking about something. One of these people was a businessman with whom Billy worked. You didn't know the second man. You haven't seen Billy himself. Suddenly, the second man hit the first and the madness began. The shots started again, bullets flew in all directions. Trying to escape from the bullets, you ran to the next hall. There you saw Billy fighting with some man in military clothes. There was a gun on the floor. Suddenly, the man hit Billy in the head and he fell to the floor. The man began to approach Billy again, he had a gun in his hands. At that time, you quickly ran up to the gun, grabbed it and pointed it at the man who tried to kill Billy.

- Stay where you are!, - you shouted loudly. Your voice faltered, but you didn't care.

The man turned around, looked at you and grinned.

- Who is it that came here..., - at this time Billy saw you, and his heart skipped a beat. You couldn't be here, you couldn't. You should have left. What the fuck?

You saw the blood on Billy's face, and your legs trembled.

- Did you come to watch the show?, - the man grinned, - first I'll deal with him, - he pointed with his hand at Billy, - and then with you…

You saw that Billy was trying to get to his feet, but he needed a little time, so you pointed the gun at the man's legs and fired, trying to distract him. You missed, but it gave Billy time

"What the...," the man exclaimed, jumping back, " bitch!

He began to approach you quickly, but at that time Billy attacked the man and began to beat him. His movements were fast, precise. It was scary to look at, but you couldn't take your eyes off it. At some point, Billy pulled out a gun from the man's hand and shot him in the head.

The man fell to the floor, and Billy slowly turned to you seconds later. You couldn't move. You loved Billy, more than anything in the world, but you didn't see him like this. Until this day. You didn't see him kill. My God, you haven't seen people get killed at all. You loved Billy, but at that moment you were afraid of him.

Apparently, he saw the sting on your face, so instead of yelling at you for putting your life in danger, he slowly lowered the gun and raised his hands in front of him, looking at you. There was also a look of fright in his eyes. He never showed you this side of his personality. He was afraid that you would be afraid of him and leave him. And now, it seemed, one of his worst nightmares was coming to life.

"Baby...," Billy began softly, with tenderness in his head. He didn't approach you. You still had the gun in your hands, which was pointed in his direction. From the shock, you forgot how to move.

- Honey, it's okay, it's over. You're safe, " he continued. Slowly, consciousness returned to you, and you began to understand where you were and what was happening.

"You...he...," you began, pointing with your eyes at the corpse of the man lying behind Billy, "is dead...," you stuttered.

- Shh, baby, breathe. Yes, he's dead. He wanted to hurt you, do you hear me?, - Billy began to approach you slowly, step by step, - he was trying to hurt you, you know? I couldn't let it happen. You're my whole life, baby, do you hear?

You looked at Billy again. You realized that the gun in your hands was still pointed at him, so you slowly lowered it. Billy took another step towards you, but you unconsciously took a step back.

"Are you afraid of me?", "I understand that what you saw is terrible, but I will never hurt you, baby. Never, do you hear?, "he stopped and looked at you.

At this time, you began to fully control yourself, and realized what you were doing. Afraid of Billy? Are you crazy?

You slowly put the gun on the floor, then ran up to Billy and hugged him tightly around the neck. Emotions overwhelmed you, and you sobbed into his neck for a while. Billy hugged you tightly to him and gently began to stroke your back, soothing you.

"Are you okay?", - you asked Billy, broke away from him and examined him from head to toe, - are you badly injured?

Billy smiled gently and hugged you again.

"I'm fine, baby, I'm fine. Can you walk?" We really need to get out of here. He tried to let go of you, but you grabbed his arm tightly.

"Don't leave me," you whispered with fear in your eyes, looking at Billy.

- Baby, with you, breathe. We just need to get out of here to a safe place. I'll take you to my office, okay? You'll be fine, "he pressed his lips firmly to yours ," and now we really need to go.

You nodded, but you didn't let go of his hand.

You went to Billy's office. He took you to his office and told you to wait for him, once again assuring you that you were safe. While you were driving to Anvil, you saw that Billy's emotions were beginning to overwhelm him, that it was becoming difficult for him to control himself. You felt his anger. You understood why he was angry, but how could you have done anything else?

After a while, after exactly how long you weren't sure, Billy came back. He went into his office, locked the door and turned to you. He was incredibly tired, there were traces of blood on his shirt.

"Are you okay?", you asked softly, looking timidly at him.

It seemed like an eternity before he answered you. As if he was trying to find the right words, but also not to scare you again.

- How did you even get there, Y/N? I told you to leave! This is not a joke! If I tell people to do something, I expect it to be done! What if you were injured? If she had died? On my hands! What would I do then? Do you understand what would have happened to me then?!, - with each new word, the volume of his voice increased, at the end he was already shouting.

- Baby, please calm down...., - you started, but this made him even more angry. All the stress that he had experienced earlier, all the fears and all the pain were now spilling out, and he could not stop.

- Calm down?!, - he began to walk back and forth in front of you in the office, - you could be dead now! Do you understand? And what would I do then?!, - he repeated, - You are my only family!

You abruptly got up from the sofa, went to him and hugged him tightly. He didn't respond to your hugs, trying to pull himself together, but you didn't let go of him. You stood there for a few minutes, after which you moved away from him a little and looked into his eyes.

"Billy," you said in a stern, serious voice, " I know you're angry…

"Am I angry...," he began, but you put your hand on his mouth, silencing him.

- Let me finish. I know that you are angry, and that you are very scared. I was scared too, but you have to listen to me and not interrupt. I'm going to speak now., - you thought that he would start objecting again, but he silently looked carefully into your eyes, - I want you to understand why I did it. I was really going to leave the museum, like you said. I almost did, but I heard gunshots. But no matter how scared I was, all I could think about was you, whether you were injured. That was the only thought in my head. I understand that I put myself in danger, I understand that I am not prepared for such work, I agree, but I would do it again. Do you know why?, his gaze never left your face, " because you are also my family. I love you, Billy, so much that sometimes it scares me. And when I saw that you were in danger...I had to help you, because ... because I couldn't go on living if something happened to you. I'll always help you, Billy, I'll always support you. I will always have your back.

When you finished speaking, Billy's eyes filled with tears that were about to flow. He was always responsible for himself and for others. Yes, there were people in his life who would cover for him, but there was never someone like you. Just the thought that you are still with him, his heart wanted to break apart with happiness.

"I love you," you whispered again, removing your hand from his lips and pressing your lips to his. He responded to the kiss, putting into it all the previously experienced emotions. When you both ran out of air in your lungs, he pressed his forehead to yours and whispered softly

- I love you so much. I'm sorry I scared you. I was afraid that now you won't even be able to look at me.

- Hey, it was just a shock, that's all. I will always be with you, " you kissed him on the chin.

You smiled back.

- Let's go home?, - you asked. It's been a long day and all you wanted was to melt into the arms of your man. Well, and maybe even a large amount of food.

- Of course, baby.

He wanted to let you go, but you wouldn't let him, once again looking into his eyes

"Billy...I'll always have your back."

"I know," he said, and kissed you again.

Silly girl

You started dating Timothee only a month ago. You experienced warm feelings for each other, you were good together, you felt like you were home. But you and Timothee were very different. You were from different backgrounds, with different interests and preferences. But it wasn't a bad thing. You learned a lot from him, and he from you. You shared with each other your stories, your experiences, your hobbies.

Timothee loved being around people. It seemed to you that he always felt confident among them. He was an actor and of course his social life was very active. Regular business meetings. Also a lot of parties. Timothee has often invited you along as his girfriend. You've always been afraid to meet new people. It was stressful for you. Over time, you could overcome your fear a little, but you did not succeed in completely conquering it. But you couldn't refuse Timothee. Especially when he looked at you with sincerity and enthusiasm in his eyes. He sincerely wanted you to be with him. So that he can hold your hand, hug your waist among all these people. He was crazy about you and wanted to show everyone that he belongs to you and you belong to him.

  It was a party about... honestly, you had no idea what it was about. But as soon as you entered a room full of people, you immediately felt anxious. You felt like all eyes were on you. In a bad way. You were wearing a purple dress. It was simple, but you liked it. Even though Timothee held your hand the whole time, you felt like it was getting harder for you to breathe every minute. Every time Timothee introduced you to someone, you felt the eyes of these people burn through you. The way they look at you, then look at Timothee and wonder, "What's a guy like him doing with a girl like her?" You knew that these thoughts were irrational. They are the product of your imagination, you convinced yourself. Timothee has repeatedly told you how much you meant for him, how much he likes you. You haven't said the magic words "I love you" to each other yet. You were in love with him, yes. But you was afraid to say these words first.

While Timothee was talking to some guy named Jake, you excused yourself and went to find another drink. Timothee nodded to you and as you walked, you felt his eyes on you. He's been looking at you all evening. Constantly asking how you feel. You said that everything was fine with you, but it was clear that he did not believe you.

You walked over to the drinks table and grabbed another glass. You looked around the room and the people around you and all you wanted now was to become invisible. Or hide from everyone. You're not used to this. To such people, such an environment. But it was important to Timothee, and he was important to you.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn't notice Timothee approach you. You don't know if he called you or not, but when you felt him take your hand, you shuddered.

“God!” you said, “Tim. You scared me, - you smiled at him and saw that he was looking at you carefully.

- I'm sorry, baby. Are you okay?

- Of course, I'm f...

"Tell me the truth," he interrupted you, "please."

“What do you mean?” you asked him and honestly tried to sound convincing.

"You know what I mean," he said and moved closer to you. Then he put his hand on your cheek and began to gently stroke your face with his thumb – “you pretend all evening that you are having a good time, but I know that you are not. Your eyes betray you.”

Involuntarily, your eyes began to fill with tears, but you quickly pulled yourself together and wiped away the tear that treacherously rolled down your cheek. As soon as Timothee saw your tears, horror was reflected in his eyes.

“Baby, what…,” he began to say, but this time you didn’t let him finish.

- I`m so sorry, - you quickly began to apologize, avoiding his gaze, - it's just everything is very new to me. I mean all these people, this type of life. I've had anxiety all my life when I'm around strangers, and now it's only gotten worse. I may be acting like a child, but I feel like all these people are looking at me. And on you. When you're with me, hold my hand. It's like they're judging me for being with you. I love to go everywhere with you, but sometimes it's just too much for me. I didn't want to tell you about it because you were so happy and excited. I'm sorry.

When you finished speaking, Timothee held you tight.

“My silly girl,” he said, after which he looked into your eyes, “you should have told me everything at once. Do you think your feelings are not important? Yes, I love it when you go to events with me, I love to always be with you, but the most important thing is how you feel.

"I just…" you started, but he interrupted you again and pressed his lips to yours. After a while, he pulled away from your lips and looked into your eyes.

- Your feelings are important. You are important to me. Don't ever forget that, got it? If you feel that you are not ready to go somewhere or do something, then you immediately tell me about it. So that we can do things together that we both enjoy. The most important thing in a relationship is talking to each other, right? Do you know who told me about this? You,” he smiled tenderly and kissed me on the forehead, “besides,” Timothee whispered in my ear, “you are better than all the people who are here. With you I feel like myself. The rest of you who don't like it can fuck off.

"Thank you," you whispered and nuzzled into his neck.

"My girl," he muttered, and pulled you closer to him. Warmth spread through your body from his words.

- Tim, I like to go everywhere with you, it's just that sometimes it's ... too much, you know? I need a little time to get used to.

- Anything you want. I'll give you whatever you want, - he said sincerely.

“Do you want to leave?” Timothee asked after a couple of moments.

- Honestly? Yes, - you said modestly and smiled slightly. Timothee smiled back at you, took you tightly by the hand and led you to the exit. So that you can spend time just the two of you, away from the whole world.

Can’t sleep without you

It was almost midnight on Caladan, but I couldn't sleep. Paul wasn't around. He was away with his father. And, as far as I know, he was supposed to return only a few days later. Lately, Duke Leto had taken Paul more and more on trips and meetings. Of course, it should be so, after all, Paul is the future Duke, the ruler of Caladan, but nevertheless this did not lessen how much I missed him. Paul and I got married a few months ago and I'm still getting used to my new role as his wife. The thought both terrified and excited me at the same time. All the responsibility that now fell on my shoulders. But I know that as long as Paul is by my side, I'm not afraid of anything.

I rarely slept well while Paul was away, and tonight was no exception. During the day I was busy, so it was easier to keep unnecessary thoughts from entering my head, but at night it was more difficult. That's why, instead of tossing and turning restlessly in bed, I threw on a robe and headed down the empty corridors of the castle to the kitchen. I love to cook, it calms me down. I know what I shouldn't be doing now, given my status and the number of servants who can do it for me. But like I said, I enjoyed doing it. And it made me feel like myself.

My choice fell on pancakes. Yes, yes, I know. Pancakes, at midnight? I know, but who will stop me?

While I was cooking, I mentally returned to my wedding with Paul. When the priest said the almost sacred words "now you can kiss the bride." And the sensation I had when Paul pressed his lips against mine. At that moment, I realized that now our destinies, souls, lives are forever connected with each other. And I didn't want amithing. Then the memories of how Paul held me in his arms during our dance, during the pronunciation of toasts and congratulations appeared in my head ... his hands were on me all evening. Then our wedding night...

  I was so absorbed in the memories that I didn't hear anyone approach me. I only returned to reality when I felt someone's hands on my waist. Using my reflexes, I grabbed a nearby knife and tried to stab my opponent with it, but a hand grabbed the knife from me before I could use it.

“My love, did I do something wrong? Is this how you meet your husband?” When I heard a familiar and beloved voice, but I realized who I was trying to stab.

"Paul, Gods! I thought.. Paul!” I hit Paul on the shoulder and hugged him tightly around the neck "You're back"

"I'm back, my love. Of course, I expected a different greeting, but still…”

"You scared me! I didn't hear you approach. Sometimes I feel like you need to wear a bell around your neck to let me know you're coming."

"Kinky" he said with amusement in his eyes "now I know I scared you, but do you think I deserve a kiss from my wife?"

"You're lucky I love you" I laughed and kissed him. The kiss quickly began to gain momentum and we broke away from each other only when both of them stopped getting enough air.

"Hi" I said and smiled

“Hi,” he softly replied, “I'm sorry I scared you. Couldn't keep my hands off you. Missed you too much"

"I missed you too. I can't sleep without you"

“So that’s the reason why you are now…” and looked at the table and stove behind me, after which his gaze returned to me “cooking instead of sleeping? I think I smell burnt"

“Damn” I abruptly moved away from Paul and removed the frying pan from the stove “they were completely burned out” I said sadly “I wonder whose fault it is” I looked meaningfully at my husband, but did not see a hint of remorse in his eyes

"Sorry," he laughed. "Like I said, I can't keep my hands off you" God, how I missed his laughter

“You arrived early. Everything is fine? How was the trip with your father?” I asked as I laid out the unburned pancakes on plates.

“It was…instructive. Good, but there is still so much I have to learn” His face immediately became serious. I knew how worried he was about his future role as duke.

“I'm sure you did well. I don't doubt you for a minute" I smiled and kissed him on the lips "I know it's late, but maybe you're hungry?"

"Very" he said in a hushed voice and looked me up and down.

"Paul..." I felt a blush appear on my cheeks.

"I love it when you're blushing," he smiled and pressed his lips lightly against mine. "But you're right, first we need to eat. You will need your strength tonight" he looked into my eyes and I immediately felt myself getting hot.

"Can’t wait" somehow I got the feeling that we won’t get any sleep tonight.