All Chapters of Words That Bind: Author-sama Loves Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“I’ve decided to get a job.” Leslie said as the plates in his husband’s hands dropped and broke into chunky pieces.“What, what do you mean, getting a job? Who is going to take care of the house?” Ben asked as Leslie glared at his husband for an offensive statement against his secondary gender.“Right, sorry. I’m used to having you home before I get home and when I married you, I promised to give you a comfortable life.” Ben said as he approached his husband before holding his slender hands.Leslie’s eyes softened, but he knew they had to face the situation at hand. He needed to be useful to his partner and society.“I know, but with the situation…” Leslie paused as his eyes met his husband’s eyes. “I know it’s tough for you, but if we keep waiting for you to get another job, we’ll be in more debt than we already are.”“You know I’m trying my best.”“Yes, and I love that about you,

I edited some parts of a novel for one of my team members before my alarm rang. I had to face Azrael today and the thought that someone hated me before they even knew me had me feeling uneasy, especially since I liked him, but I was taking my chance because I was determined to make Azrael accept me as his editor. “I have to leave Sven.” I said as I gathered the manuscript and handed it to Sven Walker, who smiled when he saw I was done. “Wow, you really do a thorough job.” Sven said as another of the team member. Jade peeped at the paper and nodded. “I’m almost jealous. How can your work be that neat?” Jade said as I smiled at the compliment. “I really enjoy books and I love it more when someone else can enjoy it as well.” I replied before I grabbed my things. “I’ll probably see you later or tomorrow.

I pressed on the doorbell and waited patiently before the door opened and I stared at Azrael with an innocent look. He had a cigarette in his mouth and had his reading glasses; he looked back into the house then stared at me.“What do you want, brat?” Azrael asked as he exhaled smoke from his mouth. “We weren’t to meet today.”“I know, I know, but I didn’t come here as your editor. I came here as just Leslie and I brought drinks.” I said as I raised the bag in my hands. “I can’t take alcohol because of low tolerance, but everyone loves soda, and I also picked up some yogurts if you didn’t like it and bought two cans of beer with a minimum percentage.”“Why are you doing this?” Azrael asked.“I want to be your friend.” I whispered as I took a bold step towards him. “I sincerely want to get closer to you, Azrael.”Azrael stared at me as I waited patiently in silence before he walked in with the

LeslieI was returning home from the office. I was happy heading home early since today was one of those days I refrained from Azrael’s place and prepare breakfast, lunch, and dinner.I suggested to him a few times to buy an AI with culinary skills, but Azrael remains the traditional person he is. I suggested a housekeeper, but most of them were elderly people and he would be stuck doing the keeping than kept.I praised the excuses he gave because he enjoyed teasing me, after all, we are now on good terms. Also, he is unaware I am his fated pair, and I’d like to keep it that way.The chances of finding a fated pair were less than a percent and for the few who did, it was difficult for them to be together due to age or marital status, but when they did; it was a love that lasted till death, and their children were usually born of far more excellent genes.I was about to open th

I held two tickets to an event to an amusement event and sighed when I remembered the words of Uncle Bob.“Leslie!” Bob shouted from the door of our office loudly.“Am I in trouble?” I whispered to Jace, who looked at Bob and shrugged.“He seems excited.” Jace whispered before I heard my name over a megaphone this time.“Leslie Campbell!” Uncle Bob shouted as I stood up. “Outside! Now!” He screamed as everyone covered their ears before his secretary snatched the megaphone and glared at Bob.“Sir, I would appreciate it if you acted appropriately.” Sawyer, his calm and cold secretary, said as Bob smiled and tapped his shoulders.“Sorry love. Leslie now.” Uncle Bob said as I followed suit immediately with Sawyer maintaining a distance that gave us enough privacy.“Is there anything I can do for you, sir?” Before Uncle Bob placed his hand inside his suit, I asked, and he ha