Freya's POV
After sending off my little boyfriend, I rushed back to the office.
The company I worked for was an original clothing brand. I was the chief designer and the second-in-command.
The big boss was my childhood friend and former university alumnus.
It had been five years since I graduated from college and I had established a solid foothold in the fashion industry.
Whether I could take the next big leap forward depends entirely on our performance at this year’s Fashion Week.
To prepare for it, the boss threw a team-building event specifically to boost morale.
But the exact same event was where I lost my virtue.
Now that the relaxation was over and it was time to put in the work, I completely forgot about my little boyfriend, David.
"Ms. Michael, this is bad! All of our fabrics have been booked out! I just called every supplier we’ve ever worked with and their answers were all the same.
“The fabrics are gone and they can't allocate any stock to us at all. If we want this material, we’ll have to wait half a month!"
"Half a month? But the new product launch starts in a month. We won't make it in time."
"I know, Ms. Michael! What do we do now?"
"Don't panic. Go make some more calls and see if any other vendors are willing to spare some fabric for us."
I personally ran around to numerous factories but it was all in vain.
At this point, if I didn't know we were being maliciously targeted, then my years in the business world would have been entirely for nothing.
Running around any further wasn't going to yield results, so I had no other choice than to head back to the office to come up with an alternative plan.
The atmosphere at the company was noticeably different from usual.
Everyone seemed to be stealing glances at me.
But the moment I turned around, they would immediately go back to their tasks as if nothing happened.
There was definitely something fishy going on.
Filled with doubt, I walked into my private office, and the employees' bizarre behavior was instantly explained.
David was lounging sideways on my sofa with his legs crossed.
He was leisurely playing a mobile game while clutching my throw pillow.
On the coffee table next to him sat a massive bouquet of red roses that were brilliantly eye-catching.
I stood there in silent shock for a moment before getting the composure to close the office door.
I shut out all the curious eyes from the outside world.
However, the moment I turned back around, the man who was just lying down and playing games was already standing right behind me.
He startled me.
I jumped backward with a thud as I bumped right into the door.
I covered my face in mortification as I must have made the people outside become more curious.
David quickly held me and slid his hand naturally onto my back. "So, you get this excited just by seeing me?"
"Why are you here?" I asked, caught between shock and suspicion.
"You haven't contacted me in days. If I didn't come to find you, I'm afraid you would forget all about me!"
With that cool, domineering CEO face of his, who could possibly resist?
I could feel my face slowly burning. To avoid losing face in front of my little boyfriend, I brushed right past him and offered a terribly awkward excuse.
"How could I? Aren't I out here working hard to make money to support you?"
David leaned in closer and smiled. "Actually, I can support you instead. That way, you won't have to work so hard."
Look at that, what a great boyfriend.
For a split second, I felt like I had struck gold!
In a thoroughly brightened mood, I asked, "What do you want to eat?"
As I spoke, I packed up my things, grabbed David and headed out.
Inconveniently, the moment we stepped out of the office, I was called out to by the big boss, Eric Anderson.
"Freya."
I quickly turned around and flashed an awkward smile. "Eric, have you eaten yet?"
Eric ignored my casual small talk and glared hostilely at David. "Is he a friend of yours? Why don't you introduce him?"
Before I could even open my mouth, David pulled me in and firmly wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
A cold sneer curled at the corner of his lips as he directed a sharp, piercing gaze at the boss. "Hello. I am her boyfriend, David!"
What a childish display, yet it was surprisingly charming.
Eric looked at David with an unfriendly expression. "Freya, it’s best not to bring random people into the company in the future.
“After all, we have a lot of design drafts here. If something happens, it'll be hard for you to clear your name."
David was just about to snap back when I grabbed his hand and smiled. "Alright, I understand."
Eating was the priority right now. As I had been running around all day, I was already starving!
After we had walked out of the office building, I tried to pull my hand away but David tightened his grip forcefully.
He shifted his grip until our fingers were tightly intertwined.
He said with a stern, commanding tone, "From now on, stay away from that man, I am not asking for your opinion!"
"What?"
The sudden shift in topic left me a little dizzy.
"Just remember, I don't like that guy. If you don't want to see me turning up at your company every single day, keep your distance from him."
This kid was quite the possessive one.
That arrogant, overbearing attitude of his was actually pretty captivating.
After dinner, I drove out of the parking lot and asked casually, "It's hard to hail a taxi at this hour. Where do you live? I'll drop you off."
"Just drop me off at Bayman High School."
His words shocked me so badly that I instinctively shuddered, causing the car to stall right then and there.
"Holy crap! You’re a high school student?!"
"What's wrong with being a high schooler?"
"I..."
I slept with a high schooler?
Am I going to jail?!
I was completely dumbfounded.
He suddenly burst out laughing. "You’re so easy to scare. I was just teasing you. I'm just substituting a few classes for a friend. I'm a finalist at Danford University."
I knew Danford University. It was the best university in the city, highly ranked nationwide and it had once been my dream school.
I reset the GPS for Bayman High School. After arriving and getting out of the car, he walked up to my driver's side window and knocked twice.
"What's wrong? Did you leave something behind?"
"Yeah. You left your phone number behind."
I couldn't help but chuckle. The two of us really were a bizarre couple.
We had already slept together and confirmed our relationship, yet we didn't even have each other's contact information.
I used his phone to dial my own number. When the phone rang, I flashed the screen at him and hung up.
"That's also my WhatsApp number. Anything else?"
He pocketed his phone. "Yes.”
