In Love With My Bully-Chapter 26: Jealous Protector

I groaned inwardly, as I saw his figure leaning purposefully on the car hood. This is not a good way for me to begin my work day. The man rubbed me the wrong way since the moment he stepped into my office. frёewebnoѵēl.com

He got off his car and walked towards us, his hands in his pockets and his face a scowl.

"Good morning," he said, "Benita, we should get going..."

"Does it have to be this early? I mean she should at least get in her office...,"

"I have been waiting for the past one hour for her to get here. I remember telling you to inform her we would be visiting Numero Jewelries today,"

I stepped closer to him, staring him down, "And I remember telling you to call my wife by her marital name, Mrs. Numero. Looks like the both of us have issues remembering stuff now, don’t we?" I paused for him to say something but I guess he couldn’t as he just stood there holding my glare. "Call my wife anything else again, and we will be having a different conversation. I don’t care if you were planted by a couple of bored old men to hand me paper towels after I take a dump. You will give my wife the respect she deserves."

"Richard? It’s fine. I’ll just call my assistant from the car. She can get things done while I am out," Nita stepped in between us, her hands on my chest. She turned to Victor, "I gave a notice around six am this morning that I had a doctor’s appointment and would be running a few minutes late,"

"I’m sorry, I didn’t get it. Are you okay?" Victor looked down at her, was that concern I saw in his eyes?

"I’m fine, just routine check-up. Shall we?" she gestured to his car but I pulled her by the arm.

"Martin will drive you. He can follow behind." She looked up at me, chastising me with her eyes but I wasn’t ready to back down. I reached for the door handle and helped her in, while Victor walked away to his own car.

"Is this really necessary? You looked like you were about to murder the evaluator. Are you crazy?" she whispered and yelled at the same time.

"All I did was ask him to respect my wife, that’s all." I shrugged and closed the door but she rolled down the window.

"You cannot be rude to him, you have to butter him up. When we get back you have to apologize..."

I kissed her to shut her up but every time our bodies touched, I would lose myself. I had no control over it, she had this power over me, I can’t explain it but I don’t hate it either.

Martin made a show of clearing his throat, "We have to leave now, sir,"

"I’ll see you when you get back,"

I turned to Martin and whispered in his ears, "Keep that bastard away from my wife,"

"understood sir," he said and made his way back into the vehicle. On my way to my private elevator, I caught Victor looking at me with a murderous scowl he tried very hard to hide but I gave him a victorious smile in return. I hope you bleed with jealousy.

*****

Getting to my office, I called Sam into my office. Sam was important to me and my wife was as well and I would really like for them to get along. Her accusations about Sam may have been because she hadn’t had the time to get to know him. If she understood him better, she may begin to have a positive opinion of him.

Sam arrived a few minutes later, looking rather chipper. "You remember you have a best friend because your wife isn’t around?"

"Hey, can’t blame me. We are in the honeymoon phase," I said smiling. He squeezed his face and lifted an eyebrow. "What?"

"I seem to remember Gwen in here getting hammered the other day,"

I sighed. It wasn’t my greatest moment, I agree but all of that was in the past now. "Well, I was struggling with the arranged marriage gig a little in the beginning. But we have a handle on things now." I admitted without divulging the whole truth.

"Gwen would have made a better choice as your wife," he pointed out.

"Gwen?" I burst into laughter. "Sam, have you tried to have a constructive conversation with Gwen? Aside from being a pretty face, she has got nothing else going on for her. Nita is the entire package,"

"it’s nice to see you happy," he relaxed in his chair. "You wanted to see me?"

"Uh yeah, Nita seems to think there is something amiss with funds you approve and whatnot. Well, I quashed that accusation immediately but I think the both of you need to spend time together outside of work. You’re my best friend, she is my wife, it would mean a lot to me if you both could get along," I explained.

"If she has concerns, she can approach me with them," I could tell the bit about her accusations didn’t sit well with him. I don’t blame him, he had given as much blood and sweat into this company as I have.

"that’s not the point. The point is to get along with my wife,"

"Whatever you say..."

"How about we get together for dinner tonight at the house?" I suggested as I grabbed my phone and shot a text to Nita to notify her.

"sure. I will bring some wine," he agreed getting up from his seat.

"Oh and Sam, you should consider giving up the eligible bachelor tag. Marriage is bliss, my man,"

"uh.... I don’t think so. The same woman every night? Forget it!" he chuckled and left the office.

Crazy man! I thought. After sending the message to Nita, I called Martin to find out how it was going with the visit to Numero Jewelries. I really wasn’t calling to find out what Victor thought about the situation of things there, I cared that he was with my wife and I could see it in his eyes he still had a thing for her.

My marriage affair was still staggering like a table on three legs, I don’t want a pompous inconsequential ex-boyfriend breaking another of its legs.

*****

I was halfway through the contract applications my father had sent to me when my phone buzzed with Martin’s name flashing across the screen. I picked it up, maintaining a calm façade. "What is the status?"

"She’s back in her office sir. Would you like me to move the guard situated on her floor closer to her office?"

I mulled the idea over in my head, the thought of it tempting. "No, she will just get pissed at me for suffocating her. How was the visit?"

"they mostly spoke with the manager and took a tour of the store. They had coffee in the lounge, went over the numbers with the store accountant, and discussed profitability,"

"How close was he sitting to her?" I asked.

"May I dare sir?"

"Yes..." Whenever Martin asked if he could dare, he was about to give advice. He had been my bodyguard for five years now and rarely dared.

"Mrs. Numero is smitten with you. I don’t think you need to worry."

"Is – that – it?" I was expecting more but he was a man of few words.

"That’s it, sir."

"Thank you, Martin. I guess I got carried away there?"

"I’m glad to be of service sir," I hung up and leaned back on my chair. He was right, I needed to trust my wife. On the other hand, Victor better keeps his paws and his feelings to himself.

Speaking of the devil, Victor knocked on my door and entered. "Do you have a minute?"