A/N Again, short chapter, but they will get longer as the story progresses! I promised two chapters tonight, so here you all go!
I walked in before Derek, fixing my shirt and hair, and my body on fire from his talented tongue. I was pleasantly surprised at Derek's form of "desert." And I absolutely wouldn't have minded seconds, but I needed a break. We both did. Ever since I started working here, him and if have been going at like rabbits.
He's so handsome, and amazing, and perfect!
I really don't want to fall for him. It's just a fling, I know that. He's married. He wouldn't want to leave his wife for me. Derek was the kind of guy to stay and try to work things out, not just up and leave.
He wouldn't leave you,Ana.
I shook my head to let go of my feelings for two seconds as I rode the elevator to the top floor. Derek entered, a smirk plastered across his face. Then his eyes instantly met mine. And that little fucker winked at me. He fucking winked at me. I shot him a flirty scowl, warning him that he better stay away from me.
"Whoa, man. You look like you just got sacked," a tall, brawny man with short brown hair clapped Derek on the back. Derek laughed, music to my ears, and looked down at the ground, then back up at the brawny guy.
"None of your business, Justin. And so what if I did? Is that a bad thing?" Derek crossed his arms over his chest, stealing a glance at me before looking directly in front of him.
"I tell ya, Nikki's hot. I remember catching you two in the act not to long ago at the barbecue. How was the make-up sex?" Justin spoke, his voice timid from the conversation he chose to pick.
Derek closed his eyes and huffed. "Change the subject, man. I'm not talking about it."
"Why not? Don't want to rub it in my face? I'm cool, man. I wish I had a wife like yours." Derek just pursed his lips, waiting for us to get on the right floor.
Justin threw his hands up in surrender before the elevator signaled our arrival to the top floor. I could feel the awkward in the tiny confined space, so I decided to jet before Derek could catch me. I hated when people talked about that bitch like she was a prize. I bit my lip hard before I sat down at my desk in front of Derek's office, and then pretended to work. I started shifting through papers, trying to keep my mind from wondering back to Derek being fucking married to a selfish bitch. I huffed, my face burning.
"Ana," Derek said softly, putting his hand on the paperwork I was fluttering around. I didn't dare look at him as I just stared at his hand on the papers.
"What?" I bit back at him as I tried to tug the papers back, but he refused.
"What the hell's the problem? You were fine back in the elevator." I could feel his gaze, but I didn't look up, ever. I snatched the papers back from him, getting up and shoveling everything I needed into my arms. "Ana, what the hell?!"
"Please leave me alone," I closed my eyes, my face probably still tinted red with my anger. Before I could walk away, Derek grabbed my arm, trying to pull me to him. I shook and shifted my weight uncomfortably. "Derek! Everyone is fucking watching!"
"Tell me what's wrong and I'll let go," his eyes instantly met mine, and I could see sincerity, but his face was stone cold. Mine was probably as red as it felt; half of it from embarrassment and the other half from anger.
"How about you just played along with him? Acting like you slept with her?" I whisper-yelled at him, my heart pounding in my chest. Why did he still have to be so beautiful? "Oh my gosh, you did sleep with her!" I quieted down, a tear building up in my eyes. I stared at him, that same tear slipping down my cheek.
"I swear, Ana, I didn't! I haven't touched her since we started..." He looked at me, swallowing slightly and rubbing his thumb in circles on my wrist.
I ripped my arm away from his grasp, toting my stuff down the hall and leaving him in the dust. I needed someone to talk to, or at least interact with. I couldn't cry, I couldn't. I was over reacting, but I couldn't help it.
I clicked down the hallway, then entered the break room, quickly closing the door as I held the papers to my chest. Why the hell was he so awful? Why didn't he just let me in? Holy crap, I sound like my sister. She was always complaining about how her heart is always broken, and I complain about her complaining. Now I'm acting like her, but he didn't break my heart, he just made me mad. Extremely angry to where I was on the verge of tears. I bit the inside of my cheek before I opened my eyes.
"Hey, Ana!" A familiar voice echoed through the what I thought was an empty room, but I stared right at the cute boyish face in front of me.
"Geez, Stiles! Scare the hell out of me, will you?!" I huffed as my heart skipped a beat. I dropped all of my files onto the floor due to my uneasiness. I gripped my blouse tightly in front of my heart., trying to control the loud thumping in my ears.
"Hey, didn't know you were so on edge!" Stiles laughed loudly before pulling one of the chairs beside him closer to his chair, then patting it. "Saved you a spot!"
"Thanks," I smiled softly, but sweetly, walking over to him and sitting down. He smiled all goofy at me, making my mood brighten instantly.
"No problem!" He grinned, patting me on the knee before raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Ana? Looks like something's got you down..." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion before I thought back to what had only happened a few minutes ago.
I shook my head swiftly from side to side, indicating that there wasn't a problem when there was, but I couldn't take the risk of anyone find out about Derek and I's escapades, and me somehow starting to fall for him. I couldn't let anyone know, no matter how much I wanted Derek to myself, he had his duty as my boss and a husband come first.
"I'm fine."
"Okay, if I know anything about women, if they say they're fine, they really aren't," Stiles's gaze drifts to mine, and I purse my lips. This conversation just turned awkward. I felt a door slam open and my eyes immediately landed on my sexy, yet extremely pissed off boss. I swallowed harshly, my eyes darting to the papers on the table.
"Stilinski, work, now! And if I see your ass sitting down one more time, I'm taking away your internship," Derek growled loudly as Stiles's eyes got incredibly wide, and I rolled my eyes.
"Uh, uh... I was just-" Stiles started to say before Derek interrupted him.
"Go... NOW!" His loud voice boomed through the entire room, making me jump at his anger. What the hell? Stiles got up, scurrying quickly out of the break room, and Derek automatically slammed the door shut.
"I really don't want to talk right now," I whispered quietly, my voice still startled from the side of Derek I've never seen before. Before I knew it, Derek's lips instantly trapped mine. His anger fueled mine as I kissed him back feverishly. I could feel my lips swelling at his harsh attacks. His legs were on the outside of mine as I continued to sit down, him hovering over me. His hands automatically gripped my hair, pulling our faces impossibly closer.
"You're mine," he groaned against my lips as he gripped my hands, pulling them to his lips, kissing each hand, then the palm, and proceeded to place them both over the tent in his slacks. I moaned in assurance as I felt the gush of liquid between my thighs. I rubbed him harshly over his pants, his breath getting quicker as his lips began to attack my jaw, neck, and collarbone.
"Mr. Hale, I just wanted to know-" I heard a voice behind Derek, and he immediately froze. I sucked in a quick breath, his hot breath breathing heavily against my neck. "Oh my god, my eyes! They burn!" The familiar voice squealed, and started flailing their arms. The body finally moved into my view; Stiles. "Holy shit! Couldn't you two wait until everyone left! Eww! EWW! I think I'm blind!" Stiles covered his eyes and shook his head violently as he smacked into the wall. "Ow!"
"Stiles, I swear. If you fucking tell anyone-" Derek growled as he began to sit up straight. "I was just fixing her shirt..."
"Yeah, with your fucking tongue! Dude, I didn't know you had it in you! But I seriously might need to see a doctor!" Stiles looked at us both, rubbing his aching forehead. I smirked a little bit at Stiles's sarcasm, my blush creeping down my face to the tops of my breasts.
"I'll fucking hurt you if you tell anyone," Derek turned around to look at the smaller, more frail man; Derek's height was significantly much higher than Stiles's. He towered over him.
"Oh, I have so much blackmail-"
"Stiles?" I whispered sweetly, and batted my eyelashes coyly at him. He raised an eyebrow, then realized my plan. "Pretty please, don't tell." I stared at him, hoping he could see the feeling in my eyes. Please, Stiles. I begged internally before he opened his lips.
"Fine, only because Ana asked, not because of you, you big sour wolf," Stiles smile at me, then scowled at Derek. Werewolf reference? Hmm, the title did fit him. Derek had power, and that made me hot with lust.
"Thank you, Stiles! So much!" I beamed brightly at my co-worker, overly excited, but nervous that the secret might slip out. I guess we will just have to see.
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-FullMoonHale