"Taking too much stress at work makes you grow old faster," Rachael remarked. "That is what I keep telling my husband."
"Oh yes, you are married now," Ryan smiled as his eyes landed on her wedding ring.
"Yes I am—" She extended her left hand forward. "His na is Andrew—"
"Collins," he completed her sentence. "I must tell you, your husband is a famous man."
Rachael placed her hand on her chest and pretended to gasp. "Oh my God, did I marry a superstar or sothing?"
Ryan threw his head back and chuckled, "You are still a drama queen, aren't you?"
"Well—" She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess so things never change."
"It's good that it doesn't," he smiled. "I am so happy to see you like this Rach. You should always keep smiling."
"You should too," she added. "And I think it's ti for you to start looking for a woman, don't you think? I an, you are not getting any younger as I can clearly see your white hair."
Ryan chuckled and helplessly shook his head. "Emma told the exact sa thing earlier, no wonder you both are best friends."
"Emma is here?" Rachael curiously inquired.
"Yeah, I saw her during lunch," he answered. "She has been coming here quite often these days."
"How often are we talking about here?" She raised her brows. She had zero clue about Emma visiting the office everyday.
"Hmm, I see her almost everyday at lunch ti."
…..
[9th Floor]
"Ms. Watson—I an Mrs. Collins….no Mrs—"
"Mary, take a deep breath first," Rachael interrupted her.
Mary, George's assistant nodded and followed her instruction.
"Mrs. Watson is fine," she patted her shoulder. "Is dad around?"
Mary shook her head. "No, boss left during lunch ti and hasn't returned yet."
,m "I see—" Looking at George's closed office door, Rachael inquired, "What about my brother? Is he around?"
"Yes, boss is inside his office."
"Great, I'll see you later." When Rachael started walking away, Mary widened her eyes in shock as she rembered her boss' instruction of not disturbing him for a couple of hours.
"Ma'am—" But before she could stop her, it was too late.
…..
[Inside George's Office]
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Emma pulled away. "Are you sure the door is locked?"
"Seriously? You wanna do that now?" George raised his brows. His shirt was already on the floor and his pants were unzipped. Her t-shirt was also tossed sowhere on the floor…
Both of them were half naked and super turned on but all Emma could think of was whether the door was locked or not.
"I don't want anyone to walk on us when we—" She nervously bit her lower lip.
"We have been doing this for the past couple of weeks and no one has ever walked in on us," he remarked. "And besides the door is always locked and I have also asked Mary not to let anyone in."
When she gave him a look, he assured her again, "I rember locking the door very clearly babe."
"Hey George—" Rachael widened her in shock as soon as she entered the room. The scene she saw in front of her gave her chills down her spine.
She quickly squeezed her eyes shut and turned around. "Oh my God, my eyes—"
"What the—" George yelled and quickly sprang up as soon he saw his sister. And the first thing Emma did was grab the nearest cushion to cover her blossoms.
"What the fuck are you both doing?" Rachael yelled, with her back still facing them.
"Rach, it's not what you think," Emma tried to explain their action.
"Y-Yeah, it's not like that," George added.
"What is it then?" When she looked at them, she imdiately closed her eyes again. "Will you please put on so clothes? I am seeing things that I am not supposed to."
George awkwardly cleared his throat and quickly buckled his pants. He then grabbed his and Emma's t-shirt from the floor.
Emma glared at him and snatched her t-shirt from his hand. "I told you to check the door," she muttered.
"Are you both fully dressed now?"
"Y-Yes."
Rachael turned around only after getting a green signal from them. She then crossed her arms in the front and glared at the two of them simultaneously. "Alright now, who is gonna talk first?"
George pointed at Emma. "It was her idea to hide it from you, I told her it was bad idea but—"
"Hey—" Emma smacked his arm. "Don't try to push the bla on ."
"Weren't you the one who wanted to hide this from everyone? And—" When Emma crossed her arms in the front and glared at him with her eyebrows raised, he awkwardly cleared his throat and changed his tone. "I an, she suggested it first and then we mutually agreed on it."
Rachael did not say anything for a long ti. She was trying to process through what she had just witnessed.
"Are you both just fucking each other like bunnies or is there sothing serious going on?"
Emma: " "
George: " "
"How long has this been going on?" She threw another question at them.
When both of them did not say anything, Rachael frowned, "So you both are just fuckbuddies?"
"No no no….." George stated. "It's not what you think. We are not just fucking—well," he shrugged his shoulders. "Technically we are fucking but—"
"George—" Emma smacked his arm again.
"I an, we are making love with feelings," he rephrased his sentence to make it sound decent.
"So you both are in a relationship?"
"No."
"Yes."
Emma and George answered simultaneously.
"What the fuck?" George looked at her and frowned. "We aren't in a relationship?"
Emma nervously bit her lower lips and gently pinched his arm, gesturing him to play along with her.
If Rachael and Tina learned that she had hid her relationship from them, they would definitely get very mad and would feel very offended. She didn't wish to upset both her best friends.
"Ouch—why are you pinching ?" He snapped as he rubbed the sore spot.
Emma: " "
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