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Clayton Beresford was wary of welcoming new characters from his life after the betryayal he faced during heart surgery a few months back. The situation left a void that he thought would be impossible to fill in. Yet, you managed to carve your way to a special place in his heart. When he hired you as his new personal assistant, he made sure to cover an extensive background check regarding your personal life— affairs such as criminal history, what schools you attended growing up, what you majored in, what positions you’d been involved in the past and present, the list goes on. He even considered doing a check on your family and friends, but there was something about you that led him to (mostly) trusting you. What started off as professional relations blossomed into something deeper, something more meaningful, and about year and a half later the both of you have been in a romantic affiliation for a good few months now.
During the past couple months he’s grown pretty attached to you— and by ‘pretty attached’, it means he physically cannot function unless he has some form of interaction with you for a bit. After returning from the usual business meetings and whatnot, he’ll sneak up on you while you’re attending to your own duties by enveloping your waist from behind and nuzzling your neck. “God, baby, I missed you so much,” he’ll whimper while burying his face in the smoothness of your skin. “Clay, we talked during lunch break two hours ago.” you’d chuckle at his demeanor, earning another whining from him. “Two hours is hellish. I need you stuck to me every minute.”
He loves to spoil you with gifts despite your insistence on not having the need for such fancies, but he’s too stubborn. Nonetheless you greatly appreciate each and every one and in return you spoil him with physical affection, mostly tight hugs. When it’s your time to break apart, he’ll squeeze you further and pull you firm to his chest— “not yet,” he leans in and mutters in your ear, then gives the tip a little peck.
Then, at night, he showers you with all the cuddles and kisses he can give. At times he’ll bury your face in his chest while you run your hands through his golden blond curls. “Promise you won’t leave me? Won’t betray me like the others did?” he’ll ask, to which you’ll always reaffirm him with “I’d never dream of letting you go, baby.” Which, had zero lies to it.