One shots

1+1=3

A/N: I have tried to rewrite the part from my by Wattpad deleted book, Smutember, that inspired me to write the 'I will love again' story in the first place. It turned out a little longer as the original though. I hope I somehow can bring my brain to remember the previous parts of the story too.

The very first part of this is published by now and is called Fantasy

Gabriel narrowed his brows, as he watched his assistant rush out of the office and into the guest bathroom across the hall, for the third time this day. This time he followed her, standing in front of the door, to ask her what was going on, as soon as she would be finished, when he heard some unpleasant and unmistakable noises.

He sighed and pushed the handle to silently open the door. The sounds of the woman's vomiting had stopped by now, but she was still sitting on her knees in front of the open toilet lid waiting if another series of gags would start or if she could stand up and rinse her mouth with some of the peppermint flavoured mouthwash.

She hadn't noticed her boss entering the tiled room and flinched, when he knelt down beside her to softly rub her back. She wanted to yell at him, wanted to scold him and throw him out of the room, but her voice failed her and she could only croak hoarsely, to let him know, that she was ashamed of him seeing her like this.

But Gabriel just shook his head and said:

"There is no need to feel ashamed Nathalie. If you're sick, why didn't you stay in bed or at least tell me, that you can't be working today?" He brushed several loose strands of hair from her sweat covered forehead and face behind her ear.

Nathalie just shook her head.

"I can't. There are so many things that have to be done. I....", while huskily whispering those few words, her stomach turned again, yet there was nothing left, so she was only gagging dryly. After minutes she could eventually stop and groaned, as she closed the lid and laid her head onto the cold surface. Then she tried to get up, but her legs immediately gave in and she fell back to her knees.

"Woah, woah, easy Nathalie. Come, let me help you up!"

He reached around her, to wrap his arms around her back, when he accidentally brushed along her breasts, making her wince. He hesitated shortly, then took a firm grip on her back and pulled her up into his arms.

The assistant instantly turned her head away from him.

"I need to use that mouthwash over there. It tastes disgusting, but still better than smelling the vomit all the time!", she rasped.

"I have a much better idea, my dear. Come, just hold on to me", he hummed softly, while he gently laid an arm around her waist and the other took a hold of her hand.

The young woman stared at him, feeling as if she was dreaming. Though she had always wished for him to treat her like that, to eventually fall for her, instead of them both just pleasing each others urges, this felt so unreal. Especially after she had accidentally told him, how she truly felt for him.

On the other hand, he had shown a rather territory and jealous behaviour, during their adventure in the camp with Fabien.

But right now she felt too sick, to think a lot about anything. Once more her legs gave in and if Gabriel hadn't been holding her in his arms, she would've fallen to the ground. But Nathalie couldn't believe, what he did now.

"Gabriel, you can't do that, someone could see and..."

"So what?", he shrugged.

"But...ugh", she felt dizzy and buried her face into his chest, not caring about the fact, that he had lifted her up bridal style and was now carrying her along the hallway. Only when he walked past her bedroom, she looked up at him and questioned: