Imagine that unfortunate day where you were indisposed, getting caught up, and beaten by rain until your ass is frozen and all you crave is just the tiniest amount of warmth. Then you suddenly reached home and ran to the fireplace. That feeling of suddenly getting warmed, bringing an end to the shivering and gnashing of the teeth gradually. Or maybe the sudden coldness you feel while asleep at dawn then you pull the covers all over you, desperately seeking warmth and then you find it and you sigh and purr in relief?That's how she feels now. She feels like a chicken in the warm winks of a mother hen. All she has to do is to snuggle closer and closer for more warmth. Sweet warmth. Not until she heard that familiar cologne mixed with his scent and the gentle touch of his goatee against her forehead or the strong arms she could feel

  "Why?" Was the question she asked him while her heels kept falling in a thud on the woolen carpet. She had called Wilhelm who had sneaked out of the airport the previous day to talk to him about a decision the board members took. "I've been with you for the past hour and all you did was run a marathon in front of me with the only thing coming out of your mouth being a question?""Alright." She paused before him and took a deep breath. "I want to know why everyone is rooting against me, against you, us." She pointed a finger to her chest."I still don't get you, Destiny. Which people are you talking about?"

  She didn't give up either. She walked closer to where he stood with Mr. Monroe, also an accountant but from Moscow. "Hi." She smiled at him. "Mr. Monroe, if you don't mind, I would like to have a minute with Mr. Grey." "Of course you—" "You can't." Wilhelm completed the sentence for him. Mr. Monroe looked at him in confusion. "Really, I don't mind." He said."But I mind." Wilhelm put his hand around Monroe's shoulder. "I'd love to talk to you Ms. Blackmore but this is also important. I'll talk to you later." Then he walked away, taking unwilling and  puzzled Monroe with him.

The bathroom was where she walked first when she got to her suite and everything she took, she began to throw them out. Even after everything was out of her system, she still felt weak and sick.She replayed all that happened and was surprised at the extent they drove her to tears. Her emotions were all over the place.Loneliness gripped her as she felt like her life support had been ripped off."He could have still supported me regardless." She whimpered. "What is the whole point of showing the world that we disagree? That things aren't good between us?"Her tears spill uncontrollably. She got up to the sink and threw up more

  Opening her eyes, she saw that a big trunk blocked her view. It wasn't completely a trunk though. It was Wilhelm. Though his eyes were closed with his lips slightly parted as he snored quietly, his hand was still moving slowly behind her, groping her bottom from time to time. The act didn't fail to elicit a moan from her now that she's awake.He still had his black tie and shirt on along with the tailored trousers but the suit jacket was nowhere to be found.Somehow, she didn't stop him. Instead, she began to work on his bowtie.  When she was done, she pushed closer to him that their faces were just an inch away and began to undo the buttons of his crisp shirt.