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Amelia quietly entered the office, her footsteps barely audible as she made her way through the door. Alexander engrossed in his work, looked up with a frown to see who had interrupted his concentration. Upon seeing Amelia, he refrained from speaking and simply returned to his task.

Amelia walked past Alexander, acknowledging his silent response with a slight nod, and proceeded to her office. Taking a seat at her desk, she delved into the pile of paperwork that awaited her attention. The stack seemed never-ending, but Amelia was determined to tackle each task with efficiency and precision.

As she immersed herself in her work, the phone on her desk began to ring. Amelia answered it promptly, her voice exuding professionalism and warmth as she engaged in conversations with various business partners. Each call was meticulously handled, with Amelia providing updates, addressing concerns, and ensuring that the needs of the company’s partners were met.

The calls continued to come in, one after another, as Amelia skillfully managed the demands of her role. She effortlessly juggled multiple conversations, navigating through complex discussions and negotiations with ease. Her ability to remain composed and articulate in high-pressure situations was a testament to her experience and expertise in her field.

Amidst the flurry of calls, Amelia’s mind briefly wandered to Sam, the former assistant of Alexander, who had assigned these tasks to her. She appreciated the trust he had placed in her, knowing that he recognized her capabilities and relied on her to maintain strong relationships with the company’s partners.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

As the day progressed, Amelia’s dedication to her work remained unwavering. She diligently completed the paperwork, double-checking every detail to ensure accuracy. She made note of important deadlines, prioritized tasks, and strategized to meet each milestone efficiently.

Alexander, from his nearby workstation, occasionally glanced at Amelia. He marveled at her unwavering focus and determination. He respected her work ethic and admired her ability to handle the demands of her role with grace and efficiency.

As the workday drew to a close, Amelia breathed a sigh of contentment, knowing that she had accomplished a great deal. She took a moment to tidy her workspace, organizing the papers and jotting down reminders for the following day. With a sense of fulfillment.

Amelia couldn’t help but notice that Ash hadn’t shown up to meet Alexander at the office. It was a surprise, but deep down, she felt relieved. The absence meant that she wouldn’t have to witness the awkwardness between the two of them, a situation she had grown tired of.

With the closing hours approaching, the office started to wind down. The workload lightened, allowing Amelia to take a breather and reflect on the events of the day. She found solace in the quiet moments, using them to gather her thoughts and recharge.

Just as Amelia was engrossed in her musings, Alexander suddenly got up from his chair and made his way toward her office. His unexpected presence startled her, causing her to look up inquisitively.

“Sir?” Amelia questioned, her voice filled with curiosity as Alexander approached her.

Without uttering a word, Alexander walked directly towards her and leaned down, his face near hers. He expertly swirled her chair, and suddenly, Amelia found herself facing him, their eyes locked in an intimate gaze. His proximity and the seductive tone of his voice sent a rush of warmth to her cheeks, causing them to flush bright red.

“Don’t call me sir,” Alexander whispered, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. “I’m taking a break from work, and I suggest you do the same.”

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat at his words, her mind temporarily forgetting about the office and their professional roles. At that moment, she was captivated by the magnetic pull between them.

A mixture of excitement and nervousness coursed through Amelia’s veins as Alexander’s words sank in. She had always found him attractive and admired his dedication to his work, but she never expected this level of intimacy to enter their relationship. It was a thrilling proposition, but she couldn’t ignore the boundaries of professionalism that had governed their interactions thus far.

Biting her lower lip, Amelia’s thoughts ran wild.

Amelia’s confusion grew as Alexander unexpectedly took hold of her hand and gently pulled her up from her chair. Startled, she let out a small yelp, unsure of what was happening. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and bewilderment.

Alexander maintained a playful expression as he held Amelia’s hand, pulling her closer to him. Their proximity caused her heart to race, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down her spine.

With a pout on his face, Alexander spoke in a pitiful tone, “Hey. My body aches, and I desperately need a body massage.” His words were laced with a hint of playfulness, as if he were teasing her.

Amelia raised an eyebrow, her confusion giving way to amusement. “Am I suddenly a masseuse now?” she replied, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

Without warning, Alexander wrapped his arms around Amelia’s waist, enveloping her in his embrace. Gasping in shock, Amelia found herself captivated by his strong grip and the closeness between them. Her mind raced, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in their dynamic.

“You’re my wife,” Alexander whispered, his voice low and hoarse. “What’s the harm in giving your hubby a massage?” His words were filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability, tugging at Amelia’s heartstrings.

At that moment, Amelia realized the depth of their connection. Although they were not married in the traditional sense, their bond transcended the confines of a professional relationship. They had formed a deep understanding and shared moments of intimacy.

Amelia’s initial hesitation began to fade as she looked into Alexander’s eyes, seeing the unspoken yearning within them. She could sense his weariness and the weight of his responsibilities. It was a vulnerable side of him that he rarely showed to others.

Swallowing nervously, Amelia mustered the courage to respond. “Okay,” she said softly, her voice filled with tenderness. “I’ll give you a massage”

Alexander’s eyes lit up with a mixture of gratitude and anticipation. He released Amelia from his embrace and took a step back, giving her space to lead the way. They walked together to a nearby couch, where Amelia gestured for him to sit down.