"Your eyes are red and swollen. Who the fuck made you cry?"
CEO harry
Y/n was out running errands and thought it would be nice of her to stop and get some lunch for her and Harry. She doesn’t go into the office much but thought it would be a good surprise for her husband and she wanted to spend some time with him.
Arriving at the office she took the elevator to the floor that housed his enormous office and walked up to his secretary. “Hi, Agnes. Is Harry in?"
Agnes looked up in delight seeing her other boss, “Hi Y/n. He's currently in a meeting, he should be done shortly," she smiled warmly.
“Okay, thank you,” Y/n replied, taking a seat on the expensive leather couch waiting for her husband's meeting to end.
Y/n was checking the status of the new designs she sent in when a shaggy middle-aged man appeared in the lobby. “Y’know you can’t win the boss over by bringing him food. He’s already married to some real-life barbie doll and doesn’t give two fucks about his employees.”
He sighed as he sat down - on the opposite couch - probably waiting for the meeting to get over so he could suck up to the owner and tell Harry about all the extra stuff he did.
Y/n ignored what he said because she was used to what the employees thought of her plus she knew her husband didn’t give two fucks about his employees - he just cared if they got their work done and did it right.
When Y/n was checking if any of her designs got approved, one of the designs she worked so hard on and she loved most got declined. This brought tears to her eyes. She loved the concept of it but her peers didn’t obviously.
The door to Harry’s office opened and two men - one being Harry walked out. Harry’s stone-cold face softened immediately upon seeing his wife but when she wouldn’t meet his gaze he knew something was up.
Once the businessman left Harry immediately had concern and anger written all over his face, “Your eyes are red and swollen. Who the fuck made you cry?”
He came over and cupped her face in his large palms wiping away the tears that managed to escape, “Was it this dumb twat? Did he say something mean t'you? I could fire him in a heartbeat f'you love.”
Y/n chuckled, “No it's fine Harry, just that one design I was telling about got declined. It’s okay I promise.”
“Well if it made you cry it's not okay,” Harry huffed out, still not happy that his wife's design got declined and made her upset.
The dumb twat - as Harry referred to him - just sat across from his boss's in pure shock as to what he was witnessing. He couldn't wait to tell his colleagues that his wife is actually stunning and not some real-life barbie doll.
