Chapter 115: Five More Minutes, My Angel

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Five More Minutes, My Angel

~Third- POV~

The bed’s warmth gradually lulled Reynold to sleep. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he could no longer keep them open. Holding his phone against his chest, he curled up comfortably beneath the duvet and drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Across the room, Frederick picked up his phone and called Arthur. When his chief legal counsel answered, Frederick explained his plans concerning Eva and his upcoming trip to Paris.

Arthur listened carefully, then offered his advice. "Sir, if I may suggest something, I believe it would be best to hold a private press conference before you leave tomorrow. If you depart while Eva’s version of events is still circulating, people may interpret your silence in ways that work against you. Addressing the situation beforehand will allow you to present your side of the story."

Frederick fell silent for a moment, glancing toward the bed before answering. "All right. Let’s do it this way."

He instructed Arthur to coordinate with Cassian, his personal assistant, to arrange a private press conference in the company’s main boardroom early the next morning. Only a handful of carefully selected journalists and reporters would be invited. They would be allowed to ask questions, and Frederick would answer them on camera. However, the entire session had to remain confidential until he personally authorized the footage for release.

Arthur paused briefly. "Mr. Corvin, what if the situation escalates while you’re in Paris? Would we be allowed to release the recording earlier?"

"Only if I give the explicit order," Frederick replied, his voice cold and firm. "I don’t want a single frame released before I authorize it. Make sure everyone involved understands that. Have the reporters assembled in the boardroom before I arrive tomorrow morning."

"Understood, Mr. Corvin. I’ll coordinate with Cassian and ensure everything is ready."

"Good."

Frederick ended the call and set his phone down. He rubbed his tired eyes before making one final call to his private aviation team. He instructed the flight coordinator to move their departure from the following morning to the evening. The coordinator confirmed the change, and Frederick finally finished his work for the night.

He rose from his desk, stretched his broad shoulders, and crossed the plush carpet toward the bed.

When he reached the mattress, he found Reynold fast asleep, his delicate face resting against his phone.

Frederick’s expression softened instantly. He leaned over and gently slipped the phone from Reynold’s hand. As he moved it, the screen lit up, revealing the wallpaper: a high-resolution photo of Frederick looking sharp in a white tailored suit.

A small, affectionate smile curved Frederick’s lips. He locked the phone, placed it gently on the nightstand, and changed out of his clothes before climbing into bed beside Reynold.

Once under the warm duvet, Frederick pulled Reynold close against his chest. Reynold stirred faintly in his sleep, instinctively snuggling closer to the familiar warmth of Frederick’s broad body.

Frederick pressed a tender kiss to Reynold’s forehead and wrapped his arms around him. Holding the boy he loved in the quiet comfort of their dimly lit bedroom, he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, soft golden light filtered through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, casting a warm glow across the room.

Reynold stirred slowly, shifting against the pillow as the warmth surrounding him coaxed him awake. He blinked sleepily, his lashes fluttering as his gaze settled on the broad chest he was pressed against. He could hear the steady beat of Frederick’s heart beneath his ear, while the large, warm hand resting on his waist made him feel safe and secure.

Reynold let out a soft sigh and snuggled closer, pressing his nose into the crook of Frederick’s neck as he breathed in his familiar scent of cedar and crisp linen.

"Good morning, sweetheart," a deep, husky voice rumbled above him.

Reynold looked up, his cheeks turning a rosy pink as he met Frederick’s eyes. Frederick was already awake, gazing down at him with unmistakable admiration.

"Good morning, Daddy," Reynold whispered, a shy smile spreading across his lips.

Frederick slid his hand up Reynold’s back, gently threading his fingers through the messy hair at the nape of his neck. He leaned down and kissed Reynold’s temple, then his cheek, before capturing his lips in a slow, tender morning kiss.

Reynold melted into the kiss, wrapping his slender arms around Frederick’s broad neck and returning it softly. When they pulled apart, Frederick brushed a stray lock of hair from Reynold’s forehead.

"Did you sleep well, my little angel?" Frederick murmured, his voice low and warm.

"Mhm," Reynold hummed happily, nuzzling Frederick’s jaw. "I slept so well because I was holding you."

Frederick chuckled, warmed by the genuine love in his sweetheart’s voice. He shifted, gently drawing Reynold closer beneath him and peppering playful kisses along his jaw and down his neck until Reynold broke into soft giggles.

"Daddy, stop! That tickles!" Reynold giggled, squirming beneath Frederick.

"I don’t think I want to stop," Frederick teased, pressing a kiss to Reynold’s collarbone before lifting his head to look at him. "We have a bit of a schedule change today, baby."

Reynold tilted his head, curiosity filling his eyes. "A schedule change?"

"Yes," Frederick explained, brushing his thumb over Reynold’s lower lip. "We won’t be flying to Paris until this evening. I have a private meeting at the company headquarters this morning that I need to take care of."

Reynold blinked and rested his hands against Frederick’s broad chest. "Oh... so am I coming with you to the office?"

"Of course you are," Frederick replied without hesitation. "Where else would my baby be? You’ll stay in my private office suite, relax, and have whatever you want brought to you while I take care of business. Once I’m done, I’ll come straight back to you, and we can spend the rest of the day together before we leave for Paris this evening."

A warm wave of happiness washed over Reynold. He loved that Frederick wanted him close, never trying to hide him away or leave him behind.

"Okay, Daddy," Reynold said softly, smiling brightly. "I’ll get ready so we don’t run late."

"Not just yet," Frederick murmured, a playful glint entering his eyes as he tightened his grip on Reynold’s waist and pulled him close again. "Give your sunshine five more minutes of morning snuggles first."

Reynold giggled softly and buried his face in Frederick’s neck, content to remain wrapped in the warmth of the man he loved.

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the quiet comfort of the morning, until Frederick finally kissed the top of Reynold’s head.

"Alright, baby. Let’s get ready."

"Alright," Reynold replied sweetly.

They climbed out of bed and changed out of their sleepwear before stepping into the spacious, marble-tiled bathroom together. Standing side by side in front of the large vanity mirror, they brushed their teeth, though keeping a straight face proved nearly impossible with Frederick around.

Frederick simply couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Every time Reynold reached for his glass or leaned over the sink, Frederick gave his backside a playful smack.

At first, Reynold pretended to complain, pouting playfully in the mirror. But after two more playful swats, the cheeky boy couldn’t resist anymore. He arched his back slightly, bending a little at the waist right in front of Frederick, offering himself up so Frederick could get a clear, satisfying angle.

"Huh... Daddy, stop," Reynold whined breathlessly, letting out soft, musical gasps as another firm spank echoed off the tiles.

Frederick laughed, thoroughly entertained by Reynold’s antics. Eventually, he slipped a hand around the back of Reynold’s neck and drew him into a deep, lingering kiss that left them both smiling when they finally parted.

After brushing their teeth, they stepped into the walk-in shower and washed up beneath the warm, cascading water. When they were finished, Frederick grabbed a large, plush towel and gently dried Reynold from head to toe before drying himself.

Once they left the bathroom, they completed their skincare routine at the vanity before heading into the expansive walk-in closet.

Frederick took charge of choosing Reynold’s outfit for the day. He selected a beautifully tailored pink suit with a deep V-neckline and an elegant draped collar that crossed over Reynold’s shoulders, leaving part of his chest exposed. The fitted jacket and matching trousers complemented Reynold’s slender figure and blond hair perfectly.

For himself, Frederick chose a crisp white tailored suit with broad lapels, a matching white shirt and tie, and a decorative gold-toned fastening at the waist. The perfectly fitted ensemble enhanced his broad shoulders and polished, commanding appearance.

Once they were dressed, Frederick picked up his favorite luxury cologne. Stepping behind Reynold, he sprayed some onto Reynold’s neck, wrists, and shoulders before applying it to his own neck and chest.

"Now you smell like Daddy," Frederick murmured possessively against Reynold’s ear, making a radiant smile spread across his face.

Stepping back, Frederick looked Reynold over with dark, approving eyes. "Remember to pick up everything you need from the room, sweetheart. We aren’t coming back home before our flight."

Reynold blinked in surprise. "What about our clothes and luggage?"

"It’s all packed. Besides, we can always shop for new outfits if we need to. Don’t forget who’s standing in front of you, sweetheart. Your man is Frederick Corvin."

Reynold smiled. "I know my man is freaking wealthy, but I was only asking."

Frederick chuckled and adjusted his cuffs. "You really have nothing to worry about, baby. Even the comfortable outfits we’ll change into in my private office before heading to the private terminal are packed separately in garment bags. We’ll head straight to the private terminal from the company."

"Alright, Daddy." Reynold nodded and walked back to the bedside to pick up his phone, charger, and other personal essentials from the nightstand.

Once Reynold had everything he needed, Frederick walked over to him and took his hand, lacing their fingers together as they left the master suite and descended the grand staircase to the dining room for breakfast.

As they settled into their seats, Frederick turned to the head housekeeper...