Her Protector (Faye gip)

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I read every comments, and it made me want to write more. Thank you for giving me a chance.

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**Yoko's POV**

Tonight is the night. The night where Faye will be officially announced as the CEO of all Malisorn Enterprises. It's a momentous occasion—the culmination of everything Faye has worked so hard for—and yet, all Yoko can think about is making sure Faye feels supported, cherished, and utterly unstoppable.

The day has been a whirlwind of errands for Yoko. She had run around town, picking up a custom-tailored suit for Faye, coordinating their outfits to match perfectly, and double-checking every tiny detail for tonight's event, all while Faye was caught up in endless meetings. Yoko wanted everything to be flawless because, for the first time, they'd be attending an event officially together—as partners.

Just as she was about to step into the shower, her phone rang, Faye's name flashing across the screen. Yoko answered immediately, a small smile curving her lips.

"Princess..."

"Hey, baby," Yoko replied softly, leaning against the bathroom counter.

"Hello to you too," Faye murmured, her voice warm and slightly husky. "What are you doing, princess? I'm about to head home already. Can you help me prepare our clothes?"

Yoko let out a soft laugh. "I already did, baby. Just come home," she teased, glancing at the coordinated suits she'd laid out on their bed. "I'm going to shower now."

"Hmm, shower?" Faye's tone shifted, a hint of mischief creeping in. "Thinking about it..."

"Stop being naughty, Malisorn," Yoko admonished, shaking her head even though she knew Faye couldn't see her. "Get home now."

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," Faye chuckled, low and affectionate. "See you soon, princess."

As the call ended, Yoko couldn't help but laugh softly to herself. Faye could be incorrigible sometimes, but it only made her love the woman more. Still smiling, Yoko took her time slipping out of her clothes, stepping into the bathroom and running a warm bath. It was still early—the event was at seven, and it was barely four—so she decided to indulge a little, sinking into the water and letting her muscles relax.

The scent of jasmine and rose petals filled the air, steam curling gently around her as she closed her eyes, leaning back against the cool marble edge. She let her thoughts drift, picturing Faye in her crisp suit tonight—powerful, confident, every bit the commanding presence that Yoko knew and loved.

But her reverie was abruptly interrupted as the bathroom door swung open, and Yoko's eyes flew open to see Faye standing there... completely naked.

"Hey, love," Faye greeted casually, her gaze sweeping over Yoko's exposed form. "Did you purposely not lock the door?"

Yoko's mouth fell open in shock. "Faye!" she squeaked, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "What are you doing?!"

Faye just smirked, stepping forward unbothered. "Let me shower with you, please," she murmured, her eyes darkening as they traced the curve of Yoko's neck, her shoulders, the swell of her breasts half-submerged in the water.

Yoko rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what Faye was thinking. "Okay, but you have to behave," she warned, her voice firm. "Or we'll be late to your own event."

"The event won't start without me, babygirl," Faye murmured back, slipping into the tub behind her and pulling Yoko against her chest. Yoko's breath hitched as she felt the familiar hardness pressing against her back, Faye's arousal blatant and shameless.