Brandon’s POV
The elevator doors closed behind us with a soft hiss, sealing Summer and me inside the private space. I could still taste her on my lips, still feel the heat of her body against mine. The memory of what we’d just done in my office sent a surge of satisfaction through me. Summer stood carefully beside me, her posture slightly rigid, clearly still feeling the aftereffects of our sex.
“I’m going out,” I informed her, glancing at my watch. “You should come with me.”
Summer’s eyes widened. “Go where? I still have work to do! If Leo and the others can’t find me, I’ll be in serious trouble!”
I suppressed a smile at her concern. Despite Leo knowing about our relationship, Summer was determined not to use our marriage for special treatment–a quality I respected, even if I didn’t always honor it myself.
“Don’t worry, it’s business,” I assured her. “You think your husband is the kind of person who can’t separate work from personal matters?”
Summer narrowed her eyes, a flush rising to her cheeks. “Aren’t you exactly that kind of person? I still can’t believe what you just did in your office!”
The memory of her pressed against the glass wall, her body yielding to mine, flashed through my mind. I paused, my finger hovering over my phone screen, and gave her a sidelong glance, a satisfied smile playing at my lips. Summer immediately averted her eyes, pretending nothing had happened, though I noticed how she subtly pressed her thighs together, as if trying to hide the evidence.
I could only shake my head and dial Leo’s number. “Director Schmidt Summer doesn’t have any afternoon work, right? I need to take her out for a while.”
There was a pause on the other end before Leo replied, his voice tight. “No, she doesn’t.”
The sleek car sliced through Manhattan traffic, heading toward the bridge. Summer had been quiet since we left Stark Tower, her legs still slightly unsteady as she’d walked to the car. Her breathing had finally steadied, but I could tell she was still feeling the lingering effects of our encounter.
“So you said this was business?” she finally asked, breaking the silence. “Where are we going? Don’t tell me we’re picking someone up from the airport again!”
I glanced at her, my lips curving upward. “Summer, you’re very perceptive.”
Her face fell immediately. “What does being perceptive have to do with anything? I’m saying you’re the CEO of a major corporation now–is it really necessary for you to personally pick people up from the airport every time? Who’s the VIP this time?”
“You’ll find out when we get there,” I replied, upable to hide my amusement at her frustration.
Summer sighed, apparently accepting that I wouldn’t reveal more, and turned her attention to her phone. She shifted slightly in her seat, subtly adjusting her position to alleviate what I assumed was the lingering sensation from our office activities. The movement was small, but I noticed–of course I noticed everything about her.
She became absorbed in her phone, her fingers flying over the screen as she texted, completely forgetting my presence. A smile played on her lips as she read something, and she let out a quiet laugh.
cleared my throat, trying to regain her attention, but she merely hummed in acknowledgment without looking up. After my third attempt at conversation was met with another distracted response, decided on a more direct approach.
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Chapter 222
I reached over, my hand moving across her vision, and she finally looked up.
“Are we there?” she asked, glancing around before frowning. “We’re still on the highway. Why are you interrupting me?”
“What are you playing with? You seem happy,” I asked, my eyes flicking to her screen. “What’s that?”
“It’s a messaging app,” she explained, giving me a quizzical look. “Don’t tell me you’ve never used WhatsApp before!”
I pressed my lips together. “I’ve heard of it, but I don’t have an account.”
Summer burst into laughter. “Seriously? That’s hilarious!”
I narrowed my eyes, and Summer immediately sensed the ‘shift in atmosphere. Her laughter died abruptly.
“Um… well,” she said hastily. “I don’t have many friends on it, just Ruby and Scarlett and a few others. Brandon, would you like to chat with me on it too?”
My expression softened at her attempt to include me, and Summer visibly relaxed when she saw the tension leave my face.
“Give me your phone,” she said, holding out her hand.
“It’s in my pocket. Get it yourself,” I replied.
Summer reached into my jacket pocket, her fingers brushing against my chest as she retrieved my phone. While she was busy setting up the app on my device, I took the opportunity to examine her phone. A message from Ruby caught my attention: “When are you going to let me be a godmother?”
I glanced at Summer, who was completely focused on configuring my phone. Without hesitation, I typed a response: “Brandon says he wants to have a whole soccer team worth of kids!”
Almost immediately, the screen exploded with notifications. Ruby’s responses were particularly colorful, with language that even I found surprisingly explicit. Scarlett’s messages were more restrained
“Done!” Summer announced proudly, unaware of what I’d been doing “I’ve updated some apps and installed WhatsApp for you.”
“Your phone,” she said, extending my device toward me with a trembling hand. “I installed WhatsApp and updated your other apps. Can I… have my phone back?”
I smirked, my eyes gleaming with amusement. “WhatsApp requires an account, right? Did you create one for me?”
“Yes, I used your phone number,” she replied quickly.
“Did you add yourself as my contact?”
Summer nodded vigorously. “I added you first thing! That’s why I need my phone back–I have to accept your friend request.”
I handed her phone back, watching as she frantically navigated to the friend request screen and approved my contact. She held up her phone triumphantly.
“See? I even gave you a special category,” she said, her tone placating. “You’re the only one in this category, and it’s at the very top of my list!”
‘I nodded in satisfaction but couldn’t resist teasing her. “It seems my wife doesn’t love me enough.”
“That’s ridiculous! Summer protested. “Look, you’re the only one in this entire category. How is that not enough love?*
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Chapter 222
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