Window
The leaden gray light of an approaching downpour pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting the Swarovski crystal chandelier on the conference table. The fresh air system maintained the air at a constant temperature of 22 degrees Celsius, while the amber-scented diffuser subtly carried the aroma of cedar.
Because of Blaise's sudden high-profile appearance, the company held a board meeting, and Miles and a group of veterans were pulled aside for a private meeting. Milo, as Miles' personal assistant, was asked to attend the meeting to hear about the third-quarter cross-border tax optimization plan and to prepare consolidation documents.
In the large conference room, Milo sat alone in a row, while Blaise and the others filled the opposite side. Due to Blaise's lack of translator, he needed a translator by his side, and his secretaries were clearly more diligent than he was.
Milo listened intently, when suddenly, something seemed to touch his ankle. He glanced up and saw Blaise sitting opposite him, flipping through reports with a rustling sound, his expression unchanged.
Milo pretended nothing had happened and continued listening to the lecture, but the sole of the shoe climbed up the Achilles tendon to the back of his knee. Soon, Milo realized something, suddenly brought his legs together, and the pen in his hand suddenly made a sharp sound as it scratched across the meeting minutes.
This immediately drew the attention of a group of people. Blaze, sitting opposite, closed the report, slowly leaned back in his chair, and his dark, bright eyes slowly fell on Milo's face, traveling down like peeling off clothes, but then he casually moved away at the last moment.
Milo cleared his throat and casually switched to another pen.
As the meeting ended and the crowd gradually dispersed until only Blaze remained, Milo finally took a deep breath, looked at him, and went straight to the point: "Did you really kill Meng Sha?"
Blaise nodded, showing no intention of denying it.
Milo frowned: "Why?"
Blaise raised his hand: Without him, the mission could have been completed ahead of schedule, and I could have come to see you sooner.
Although Milo had vaguely guessed this possibility in the car, seeing Blaise express it in person still couldn't quell the shock in his heart.
Blaise's single thought easily stirred up the situation in Tengbang, and the source of all this could actually be traced back to himself. Thinking of this, Milo couldn't help but feel a chill, followed by an unspoken pressure. He shifted his attention and began flipping through the documents beside Blaise.
"How much of what's on here can you understand?" Milo asked, flipping through the pages rapidly.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Blaise's face, then he gestured to indicate that he could understand a little.
Milo frowned as he looked at it. He could barely recognize all the characters, let alone understand the intricacies; these things were probably like a foreign language to him.
"Can I see all these things from now on? It's best if they're not in paper form, but copied down. Remember to encrypt them. It's simple, you should be able to do it."
Blaise nodded.
Milo was engrossed in watching, his mind racing with memorization, completely unaware that Blaise was slowly groping his way towards the chair at the conference table.
When the sound of breathing was right next to his ear, Milo turned around and glanced outside, a sense of alertness immediately rising in his heart.
Blaise raised his hand and pressed the control button. With a "buzz," the glass windows of the conference room suddenly became foggy.
The glass pane is electrically adjustable, switching between one-way visibility and soundproof mode with a single button press via electronic control. In other words, people outside cannot see inside or open the door, but those inside can clearly see outside.
What happened in Gan Valley was crazy, but it was not a dream. What happened happened. He successfully brought Blaise back, and of course, he understood how much he would have to pay for this decision.
“This is the company.” Milo knew that things were different now. If he revealed his identity, Blaise probably wouldn’t dare to force him if he didn’t want to.
Blaze slowly moved in front of Milo, his tall body looming over him, but without his usual imposing presence; instead, he seemed somewhat... ingratiating.
Blaise gestured: Why should I be his personal assistant?
This question left Milo speechless, but seeing the look in Blaise's eyes, he thought for a moment and didn't hide anything: "This identity is very useful to me, and I would never give it up. As for Miles, I have my own plans, and you can't interfere with my decisions; that's my bottom line."
If Blaise were to act impulsively and shoot Miles one day, just like he did with Meng Sha, it would completely disrupt the situation for Milo.
Blaise lowered his eyes, and after a while, he tentatively reached out to touch Milo's lips. He was not rejected or disgusted, and his expression softened considerably.
Milo sighed, took Blaise's hand, and reassured her, "I won't."
Milo didn't specify what it would be, but Blaise sensed a promise in that ambiguity. It was just a personal assistant role; nothing untoward would happen.
Blaze braced his hands against the glass, and the distinctive scent of sandalwood wafted into Milo's nostrils.
Milo isn't stupid; he can tell what a man looks like when he's aroused.
That night in Gan Valley, he indeed disregarded reason and went too far. Looking back calmly, it was definitely not a good decision, because it set a precedent.
“No.” Milo turned his face away, dodging Blaise’s kiss on his neck, and added in a more emphatical tone, “I said, not here, understand?”
Blaise loosened his grip and released the restraint.
Milo let out a long sigh and walked towards his desk to get the documents. Before he could turn around, he felt a cold, hard chest press against him. He was turned around by the arm and lifted onto the desk.
Blaise placed his right index finger vertically against his right earlobe and waved his hand, indicating: But I can't hear.
Milo only caught a glimpse of the gesture before he had no time to react. The next second, his lips were pried open.
Practice makes perfect, and by the third time it was like conquering a city. The tongue piercing made his head go numb and his heart pound wildly.
With his legs forced apart, Milo realized he couldn't escape.
Milo took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around Blaise's neck, and returned the kiss. His kiss was gentle and skillful, his tongue hooking around Blaise's tongue stud, a sensation both sweet and ticklish, almost maddening.
After a passionate kiss, it was Bleze whose ears turned as red as if they were bleeding.
Milo pushed away the panting Blaze, but before he could say anything, Blaze pressed his shoulder down onto the table.
This time, the blow wasn't as heavy as the first, but it still hurt just as much. This madman has no method; he just goes around doing whatever he wants, thinking he's holding back, but he doesn't realize that others can't withstand it at all.
After the game, Milo was exhausted and thought it was over, but unexpectedly he was turned over. Blaise pressed down on the back of his neck with one hand and grabbed his waist with the other, wanting to play the game of one plus one again.
A group of people slowly walked out from behind the glass, and the one at the front was Miles.
Milo's pupils contracted sharply. Even though he knew the people outside couldn't see him, being so clearly exposed to them under these circumstances, the fear and excitement he felt were inversely proportional.
Blaze noticed Milo's distraction, turned his head to look, and a surge of anger rose within him, causing him to lose control of his strength.
"Are you crazy?" Milo broke out in a cold sweat.
If we continue like this, we'll be discovered.
Blaise kissed Milo's lips, refusing to listen to anything and doing whatever she wanted.
In the heat of passion, he felt Milo's uncontrollable spasms beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.
Outside the window, Miles seemed to sense something, his gaze fell on the glass, and he looked down and asked the person next to him a question.
The assistant looked over in confusion, reached out and turned the doorknob, but couldn't open it.
Milo, cold sweat pouring down his face, impulsively slapped Blaze across the face. The sound was crisp and loud. Blaze, however, wasn't angry. On the contrary, he chuckled, seemingly finding Milo's angry expression amusing.
Seeing that he wouldn't stop, Milo slapped him twice more, but this time not as hard, because he was almost out of strength.
In the end, Milo could only watch helplessly as Blaise kissed the fingers that had slapped him, wetting each one, the tongue stud rubbing against the skin of his fingertips like a feather tickling, making him tremble all over.
Blaise easily grabbed his wrists with one hand, and Milo had no choice but to submit.
He can't gain any advantage in this matter for the time being.
As Miles and his group gradually walked away from the window, Milo gradually relaxed.
Blaze, now full and satisfied, suddenly calmed down. He was still struggling to switch between his two completely different identities—Milo and Theo Green—and how to interact with them. He had acted impulsively just now, and now, reflecting on it, he felt he had been too offensive, that he had done such a thing. A sense of guilt and unease crept into his heart. He patted his chest, shook his head slightly, then clenched his fists and alternately raised and lowered them, pressing his forehead against Blaze's, his brow furrowed and eyes downcast: "Don't be angry."
Milo gritted his teeth. Getting angry wasn't worth it. He seized the opportunity and said, "I'm not angry. Help me find out someone's whereabouts, the sooner the better, can you do that?"
Blaze was sweating profusely, every strand of his hair radiating comfort and satisfaction. Staring at Milo's lips as they opened and closed, noticing his slightly flushed cheeks and Adam's apple bobbing, he instinctively wanted to kiss him.
Milo turned his head away, but then thought better of it and decided he shouldn't do that at this moment. So he took the opportunity to kiss Blaise's Adam's apple and coaxed her softly, "You know that person. His name is Matsubara Yuuma."
After returning to Japan, Milo called Yuzhen several times, but without exception, the calls went unanswered. This was unprecedented. Thinking about their hasty farewell in Gan Valley, Milo couldn't help but imagine all sorts of bad things that might have happened to Yuzhen.
Thinking of the brown-haired man, Blaze's expression instantly soured. He remembered. Several times, Milo had been exceptionally kind to him, even on the cruise ship, for that man, Milo, a man so afraid of death, didn't tremble when facing his bullets.
Milo keenly sensed Blaise's thoughts and gently asked again, "Just this once, is that alright?"
Blaze's heart softened, and he leaned down to kiss Milo's chin, no longer showing any dissatisfaction. He nodded in agreement.
As if remembering something, Blaze removed the name tag from Milo's neck and threw it into the trash can.
Seeing his reaction, Milo narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled softly.
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