CEO's Runaway Mate and Her Cubs

«I will take a shower,» Renato said. «You can go first if you want, though. I can lend you my clot

«No, you go first,» Samantha said. «Do you need help?»

«No. I think it's better if I do it alone...»

She walked to the wardrobe and opened it. She turned back to Renato to ask for advice.

«Are you going to wear your pyjamas? You're a patient, after all...»

«No,» he said, frowning. «I don't have one, by the way. I sleep naked.»

«Ah, figures... But you can't stay naked now. You can wear a sweatsuit. As for me, which part of the wardrobe contains old clothes?»

«You can wear whatever you want, Mine.»

«Even that?» she chuckled, amused. She pointed at the only expensive suit in the corner, a black tuxedo, with her forefinger.

Instead of refusing, Renato's face turned white and then red. He nodded, imagining his mate wearing the jacket of his suit... Oh, was there anything that wouldn't look good on her?

«Hey?» she said, worried about the colours on his face. «Are you okay?»

«I am. I said whatever you want, Samantha.»

«Okay, then... You also need clothes, so let's find them...»

He let her open the drawers to find him clothes, content about it. She was worried about him, taking care of every single detail. He would have never imagined it.

When she opened the drawers with underwear, he remembered a little detail.

«Wait, I don't need socks!» he said. Samantha had already taken out boxers and was looking for the rest. «It's hot, isn't it? Socks are useless.»

«You're a patient,» she reminded him before bowing down and opening the lower drawer. Then, she stopped for a moment. «Oh, I guess I can wear mine when it comes to underwear,» she added in a low voice.

Her panties, four in total... Four? When had he stolen the fourth one?

«You stole this from my home!» she exclaimed. «I didn't wear this! You opened my

«Hey, don't be so mad... It's not as bad as it seems, I swear! I'm just... this... ehm...»

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«You're a perv!»

«Yes, I'm your perv.»

He blinked slowly, taking a step in her direction.

«And, just so you don't freak out even more... I washed them all before storing them in my drawer.»

«Do you use these to...»

«No, Samantha. I don't use them. They're my hidden treasure, a memento of our encounters. That's all.»

«Oh, well,» she said, her cheeks red like pepper.

He hugged her, gentle and careful. She couldn't push away a patient, so she placed her ear on his chest and sighed. It wasn't such a surprise, after all. She knew he collected her underwear.

«At first, I had thought they were just lost,» she confessed. «But then, when I couldn't find the second pair, I knew it was you.»

«It's not even a kink,» he said. «I took the first pair just to get back at you. You tore my shirt, and I wanted to tear your underwear in return. But it was so cute that I couldn't, so I took them with me. I just wanted you to go back home without it.»

«Perv,» she repeated.

«Oh, yes,» he sighed. «But what can I do about it? It's stronger than me. Also, it's good: now you have your undies here, so you'll be more comfortable. As for the rest, just take what you like. I'm sure you'll be stunning no matter what you wear.»

«Uh?» she moaned, surprised. Was he flirting? In such a situation?

Telling her sweet words so that she forgot about his crime...

«I feel like it's a trap,» she said.

«It's not. I'm just dying to see you wearing my clothes.»

He already knew how she looked in male clothes, especially large t-shirts or hoodies. But it would have been different if those clothes were his.

He let go of her before he started drooling. He took a step back and collected his clothes.

«I go shower now,» he said. «You take your time and explore my clothes. I bet you can't wear just anything, right? There must be something fitting your tastes.»

She blinked, surprised.

«What are you talking about?» she said.

«I don't know... You're always so fashionable, but my clothes are all so plain... And black.»

«Black suits me,» she said.

With her light-coloured eyes and blonde hair, she did look good in black gowns. She still preferred colourful clothes, especially during fashionable events.

«Everything suits you,» he replied.

His smile was kind of shy, so much that Samantha tilted her head curiously. He was so full of compliments, but his tone wasn't flirty at all. It was as if he was stating facts, telling her she was beautiful just because it was true and not because he wanted something in return.

«You also are handsome,» she said. «I'm sure you look good in any type of clothes too. I can't wait to see you wearing that suit.»

She loved his leather jacket and also his sporty clothes. He would most often wear comfortable boots, plain t-shirts, and black trousers.

She hadn't seen him elegant yet, not even at their first meeting. He was wearing his guard uniform back then.

«I can't change clothes now, Mine,» he said. «I can barely stand on my own... I'll go shower and sleep a little, okay? I'll change into every piece of cloth in here when I feel better. Is that fine?»

She nodded, swallowing hard. Was he accepting to play with her? She liked wearing random stuff from her wardrobe, just like when she was a kid. And she liked even more doing it with friends, kids, and now... suddenly, even with her mate.

«I can't wait for you to feel better,» she said.

Renato had turned his back and walked away. Her words didn't reassure him. Not one bit.

Feeling better felt like a challenge all of a sudden. Being pampered was surely easier than being her doll, changing into clothes he hadn't used for ages.

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