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His phone that was in the suit jacket I tossed earlier suddenly rings that both of us freeze, as if it's a tool to break this dream and bring us back to reality.

He turns to the source of the sound while I'm already making my way to get it. Didn't realise I was so engrossed with the stripping that I kicked his suit jacket quite far from where he's standing.

I'm about to take the call when he commands, "No, don't pick it up."

"But it could be important."

"Do not pick it up." It was an obvious order, and being the bratty me I really want to push his button so I grab the suit jacket anyway before he grumbles, "You won't like the consequences."

"I will do as I please, thank you very much," I reply cockily as I press the accept button. It's his assistant, Anna.

And please, I'm doing this because I actually don't want him to miss anything important. What if it's an emergency? What if it's about his children or grandchildren? I wouldn't be able to live if their life is hanging on a thre