Timeskip. Office gossip tends to frustrate Ryo, but there are some things that people don't know.
Warnings: Mature / Implied nsfw content
Alice's lapdog.
Boytoy.
Obviously, she wears the pants between the two of them.
Stray mutt trying to weasel his way into the Nakiri family riches.
Obviously, the two of them are fucking around.
Miss Alice wouldn't let herself get a decent suitor since her aide has his claws deep in her.
Lucky son of a bitch.
Unbeknownst to most people, Ryo was acutely aware of every whispered assumption about him and Alice in the Nakiri International offices and beyond.
He thought highschool had its frivolous moments, with drinking parties that would be a little too wild at times, but soon enough he discovered that the adult world and all the office and business politics was a far more harsh thing.
Envy and assumptions were commonplace, which was a different thing from the competition he was used to in the kitchen. In a shokugeki, you wanted to get ahead of someone, sure, but most wanted a good, clean fight.
But eventually Alice hung up her chef's coat and devoted herself into looking after Nakiri International, which was a science and business company at its core. Ryo followed suit soonafter, and the rumor mill went after him.
They're obviously dating, or screwing around.
Well, to be fair, they were, Ryo thought, as he heard a pair of Nakiri International officeworkers speculate from the table across him and Alice in the cafeteria. Alice was far too absorbed with her phone to notice them, and she never had the ears for this sort of thing. Ryo was somewhat glad she didn't. He knew they would bother her more than it bothered him.
"Ryo-kun," Alice looked up from her phone, and with just her tone of voice he knew that she was going to ask for something.
"Your coffee? I got it," he said, noticing her empty coffee cup.
Alice gave him a smile and a quick thanks as he got up to make his way to the coffee machine, the epitome of the stereotypical secretary errand.
It must be so humiliating, running errands for that girl all the time.
Ryo thought he heard someone mumbling as they watched him.
I bet he bends over backwards for her. What a shame.
Ryo resisted the urge to shatter the coffee cup in his fists at all these ridiculous office rumors.
People didn't know that it was Alice Nakiri who was bent over on his bed at night.
"R-Ryo!" Alice gasped, flustered, the tenacity in which he would maken love to her at night not escaping her notice. He hovered over her, almost as if a beast over its prey, savoring inch by sinful inch of her skin.
His hand eventually rested on her neck, grabbing onto it almost possessively, the action making Alice look up to him, hazy ruby red eyes meeting his.
It almost felt suffocating, how he had to bend to her whims every single day, and was obviously perceived as the one of lower rank or power by everyone else. He loves her, of course, and he had been used to it, as it had been the way things were since they were kids. But on some days…
Some days, or nights, it was Alice bending over to his whims.
His fingers grazed over the bell collar around Alice's dainty white neck. She looks so cute in it.
Some nights, it was her who was trailing after him like a needy little dog.
Things were just fair and even that way.
"O-Oh...!" Alice moaned in half pleasure, half pain, as he kissed and sucked just above her collarbone, and she was sure he was going to leave a red mark. She was going to have to wear a shirt that would cover it tomorrow. She has long stopped complaining about it, and knew he wouldn't leave a mark on anywhere that was too obvious.
"...Is it just me, or do you seem a little more... ravenous tonight?" Alice asked, as Ryo went on his downward trail of leaving red marks all over her white skin.
"...I get sick of people thinking I'm your little bitch sometimes," Ryo answered, between gritted teeth. His hands found the bare of Alice's thighs, pushing them open slightly, and she let him. "Between the two of us, I think we both know who the bitch is. Do you know who, Alice?"
"...Yes."
"Who?"
"...Me," she said, her face turning pink at the admission. "...In more ways than one."
"Good girl," he leaned over and whispered into her ear, and Alice moaned loudly as he thrust himself into her.
a/n: serving all as your girlfriend's assistant must be frustrating on some level. And huzzah we have reached 50 chapters! I'm a madwoman. Holla if u still here and enjoyed the chapters!