Chapter Thirty-Five – I am sorry.

Alyssa rushed to the bathroom, thankful it was empty because she needed a moment to pull herself together. She grabbed what she could and headed into one of the stalls to clean herself up. She was all hot and bothered; the throbbing between her thighs persisted. His jealousy and possessiveness, which should have scared her, strangely had the opposite effect. It turned her on. No one had ever been that way for her before; no one had ever wanted her enough to behave like that. She still agreed with what she'd said, though he had overreacted with Xzavier: it had been a harmless conversation. Well, she thought so. Knowing Xzavier's reputation as a ladies' man, she honestly believed Wyatt would have fired him if he'd wanted to because of her.

Once she cleaned herself up, Alyssa headed out of the stall, washing her hands and splashing cold water on her face. She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. When she opened them again, she noticed the mark on her neck. "You have to be joking!" It was visible. What would he do that for? Everyone would notice it and realize she hadn't had it before. She groaned, annoyed at him. How was she supposed to cover it up? She bet he did it on purpose. She wanted to lecture him, but it wouldn't end well for her. Sighing, she readjusted her hair, hiding the hickey as best she could. You could still see some of it, but hopefully, no one would be paying that close attention.

She took one last deep breath and left the bathroom before Wyatt came looking for her. Passing Xavier's desk, she noticed he kept his head down. Had Wyatt said something to him? He better not have made it obvious there was something going on between them when she'd made it clear she didn't want anyone to know. She was so annoyed.

She headed straight for his office, walking in and closing the door behind her. He glanced up from his desk. "Yes?"

Alyssa crossed her arms over her chest. "Did you tell Xzavier about us? He put his head down, almost scared, when I walked by him. It's not like I cared if he ignored me, but I do care if you told him about us when I told you not to." She snapped.

She didn't care if he gave her a lecture or devised a way to punish her. However, some lines shouldn't be crossed, even with their agreed-upon relationship.

The look on his face changed. His brow furrowed, his jaw tightened, and he stood from his desk, placing his hands on it—his attention firmly on her.

"Excuse me? This relationship is supposed to have trust, Alyssa. Do you really think I would tell him when you asked me not to? Yes, I spoke to him, but I didn't tell him the real reason why he has to stay away from you."

His voice was firm, and she could hear the annoyance in it.

"Yes, it is, but you were adamant you didn't care if people found out about us. What do you expect me to think?"

He walked around his desk and came toward her. He took his place in front of her. "I expect you to trust me, Alyssa," he snapped.

"I do trust you," she whispered.

She didn't want to get into an argument with him.

"Are you sure?" he sighed, his voice calmer.

She nodded. "Yes. If I didn't trust you, Wyatt, I wouldn't have agreed to what you wanted, but with how you behaved, I had to ask."

He shook his head and retook his seat at his desk. "We have a lot of work to do."

Great, now he was mad at her. She sighed and disappeared to her office, leaving the door open. She could never win, could she? She needed to ask; it didn't mean she didn't trust him. She signed back into the computer and got back to writing up his new schedule for the next couple of weeks. She had some flights and dinners to book for him, too. She also had paperwork she needed to update.

Chapter Thirty-Five – I am sorry.

Wyatt and Alyssa hadn't spoken much since their disagreement, both focusing on their work and nothing more. She didn't even know if he wanted her to come by. They shouldn't be like this, not when things had only just started. She guessed they were adjusting to everything new. It might take some time to make it work.

She was pulled away from work when she felt a familiar presence in her office. She could sense when he was around, in the same room, or watching her. He had such a strong presence that it was hard not to notice it.

She looked up, and he was standing there with what looked like a box from a bakery and an iced latte in his hand. He smiled softly at her, and she returned it. Had he stopped being mad at her now?

He came over to her desk. "Angel, I am sorry. I have been acting like an asshole today. I didn't like the thought of you not trusting me. I overreacted, not with the Xzavier thing. I still stand by that. I am sorry I have been freezing you out. I got these for you."

He handed the bakery box over. It contained cakes, doughnuts, cupcakes, and muffins—all her favorite kinds. She smiled; she was surprised by the gift since he was a health freak.

"Aww, thank you. They look delicious." She smiled.

He walked to where she was and rested against her desk. "I know you have a sweet tooth," he said.

"I do, thank you. It is very sweet of you, Sir."

"You're welcome. Are you still annoyed at me?"

She stood and took her place in front of him. "No. I am sorry I made it seem like I didn't trust you, Wyatt. I really don't want anyone to find out. Not because I am ashamed of you or us, but because I know how people will react and what they will say if they find out."

He placed his hand on her hip, opened his legs, and pulled her between them. "It is okay. I understand. It is your right to choose, beautiful, and I need to respect that. I shouldn't have doubted you and should have been more understanding. I will make it up to you tonight when you come over." He smiled, caressing her cheek.

She closed her eyes and moved into his touch. "You still want me to come over?"

"Yes, of course I do, angel." He said and kissed her softly.

She smiled into the kiss and slipped her arms around his neck. They parted after a moment.

"Will you sit with me, and we can have a cake? You are allowed a treat sometimes, aren't you?"

He smirked. "I already had my treat this morning and not too long ago."

She playfully slapped his chest and shook her head. "Not what I meant."

He chuckled. "I know. I can have one, but only if you let me have the bubblegum cupcake."

She snickered. "I am sure I can allow that."

She kissed his cheek and sat back down on her chair. He hopped up on her desk, and she handed him the cupcake he wanted, taking the chocolate one for herself. She was glad they were okay, and he'd come to apologize. She understood he was the one who needed to be in charge and in control, but she needed to feel like it wasn't all about that. She liked that he was manly enough to say sorry first. It meant a lot to her. It showed respect, which was also essential. She didn't want to lose herself in all of this.