Oh well I was wrong actually towards the table.

His back leaning in the table.

My work facial expression was on which meant a blank look but it looked like I was not going to keep that up for long.

My heart was pounding in my chest as if it was in a marathon and I hated it.

Literally no man or even boy had made me feel like this.

Whatever spell he had casted on me was seriously working.

"You have been quiet for long enough miss Hotch" he said tilting his head on the side revealing a hickey.

Specifically the hickey I gave him because I couldn't be quiet enough.

"I was coming to check if everything was wrong and give you this" and that was the moment I realised I was holding a cup of coffee.

"Mmmhhhhmmm" he came closer taking the mug and deposited it on the table.

"Anything else?" He asked as he was getting entertained with my flushed face thank the heaves for my dark skin.

"No 

I finally noticed that I had been holding the glass of milk next to my mouth for the last five minutes and shook my head.

I gulped it down and took the glass to the sink.

I walked towards the files and laptop that laid on the couch ready to do this work.

Halfway through the work I got a phone call from my mother telling me that he was going to let Ansel stay the night because he was asking to stay with her.

A pang of jealousy hit me but I agreed anyway ready to spend a lonely night.

When I got the phone call it was around three in the evening.

When I was satisfied and done with my project a satisfied smile crept on my lips and I took out my phone ready to call Mr Regonzili and tell him that it was all good and what was needed was to go through it and do some analysis then it would be all good.

When I was done with the phone call I had mixed feelings because he had asked me to come

"Well I wanted to give you time and now I can't help it anymore "

"Good so what did you want to talk about?" I asked concerned to why he was calling at such an hour.

...

After my little talk with Nail I send Jonas home after I made him breakfast.

Later on my mother came back along with Ansel who I missed badly after him having a sleep over to my parents house.

Her face looked like it was filled with worry and a little bit of fear.

She didnt even pinch me when she saw me neither did her sad face change.

"He has been having fever lately" my mom told me as she looked worried.

He facial expression was a hundred percent concerned with worry filled in her eyes.

My heart started to beat and a pound of fear fell upon my heart.

"Since yesterday I'm worried but he seems energetic if it continues take him to the hospital because he doesn't have signs of flu" she said then left after making me worried.

Looking at my paling baby I sighed then lifted him up and his body was burning.

"How are you feeling baby?" I asked looking at him waiting for an answer that could make my heart at ease.

Well I didnt get it but what I got were tears from him who raised his hands for me to carry him.

His fussing went on with him crying louder and louder and me trying to calm him but nothing and absolutely nothing helped.

I tried giving him oranges as he loved oranges and tangerines but he refused.

I tried giving him paracetamol for his fever but nothing was entering that mouth.

I was annoyed.

He didnt have fever anymore

He didnt want to talk to me.

I just didnt know what to do.

I really felt like crying and that was exactly what I did.

I let the tears flow as I was angry at myself for not knowing what to do and my pride that didn't let me call my mother for help.

For a moment he stopped crying become silent while looking at me.

Then as if he heard an alarm since that was what he hated or just a go sign he cried even louder and my frustration was building up to the point of me wanting to pull out my hair

Two hours passed with him crying and me not knowing what to do and as time went he calmed down slowly by slowly and fell asleep.

Happiness washed over me with a sigh of contentment

I sent a small prayer for thanks because he gave me hell pulled me back and now he was asleep.

Carefully lifting him up where he slept on me I slowly stood up and walked to his room with him on my shoulder sleeping soundlessly.

My alarm rang with no remorse no pity and no mercy at all.

What was wrong with the thing!

I had slept at two in the morning while trying to calm down Ansel and at five I was up which meant that I only got three hours of sleep at night.

Rolling out of the bed I threw away the covers of the bed and zombie walked to the bathroom to do the usual morning routine and with the minutes I passed in that bathroom it made me look more human than how I woke up looking.

Going to check in Ansel's room if he was okay

I found him sound asleep in his bed his skin looking more like him this time and I went to touch his forehead and neck and he seemed fine.

No fever and he was breathing nicely.

He still had almost two more hours for me to wake him up and with me being a person who showers for a whole twenty minutes and takes even longer to choose clothes I kept on a lesso with a tank top and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

When I was done making the scrambled eggs and toast with milk I finally made my way to my baby's room to wake him up.

As usual it didnt take long for him to wake up but the tantrum he threw was worth a show.

When I was done giving him a shower dressing him up and combing his hair even though he was going to spoil it in a matter of minutes anyways we made our way down to the kitchen with the almost cold breakfast and I made him sit with a cup of milk as I kept for him the eggs in the toast which was at a good temperature for him.

Not too hot not too cold.

At seven fifty I was done dropping him at school and I was sited in the office waiting for the man who spent the Saturday night with me.

What we did was completely unprofessional and I was trying to keep a good distance away from him.

At eight sharp I stood up and went to open the door giving him the files and asking if he had anything for me to do since nothing was sent on my laptop or computer.

Slightly knocking on the door to just make him notice that I was entering I opened the door and found him head buried in the computer.

Rolling my eyes at this workaholic man I made a clearing throat sound and that made him snap from whatever he was doing.

"Good morning Mr Ivanov" I said surprised at how I could form a proper sentence after being struck by those eyes that looked like a cloudy sky.

"Good morning Nayra" he said giving me a panty dropping smile.

I knew what he was trying to do.

He was trying to seduce me.

Seduce me into morning sex.

Who did that anyways.

Raising a brow at him he shrugged his shoulders and stood up taking slow strokes towards me.


Oh well I was wrong actually towards the table.

His back leaning in the table.

My work facial expression was on which meant a blank look but it looked like I was not going to keep that up for long.

My heart was pounding in my chest as if it was in a marathon and I hated it.

Literally no man or even boy had made me feel like this.

Whatever spell he had casted on me was seriously working.

"You have been quiet for long enough miss Hotch" he said tilting his head on the side revealing a hickey.

Specifically the hickey I gave him because I couldn't be quiet enough.

"I was coming to check if everything was wrong and give you this" and that was the moment I realised I was holding a cup of coffee.

"Mmmhhhhmmm" he came closer taking the mug and deposited it on the table.

"Anything else?" He asked as he was getting entertained with my flushed face thank the heaves for my dark skin.

"No nothing" I said with a smirk looking at the hickey and made a dangerous move with my eyes slowly tra

Chapter 20