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He still remembered the first day he met her.
The hallways were bustling with noise and excitement, something that irritated his skin to the bone. Shouts and cries of joy annoyed him, and he almost wanted to vomit when he saw his fellow subordinates run outside the room like headless chickens.
The captain of the Alpha team had no care for whatever exhilarating event was going to happen. The noise soon became unbearable and he got up to slam his door shut when Jill Valentine passed by his office door.
“Captain!” Jill greeted Wesker, “We have a new secretary! You should meet her. She baked a bunch of cookies for all of us!”
Wesker didn’t even spare her a word as he slammed the door into her face. His cold demeanour and unapproachable aura was nothing new to the female, as she simply ignored it and continued her way to the front.
The fiasco continued on for about half a day, but the captain of the Alpha team never stepped out of his personal office. The sun was already setting as Wesker watched the sky from his large glass window.
A pleasant aroma continued to tickle the small openings of his door and seeing that the day was moving slower than usual, the man decided to stand up and see what all that fuss was really about with this new secretary.
A head of (h/c) hair was behind a desk as she was in the middle of moving some boxes when she noticed the new individual that had stepped inside.
“You must be the captain of the Alpha team!” she smiled at him, “my name is (Name), it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
She reached over and grabbed a decent sized platter, which was covered with aluminium foil. Flipping it over, she revealed the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that she made in the early morning for her new colleagues.
“I also made you a large black coffee.” she added, “Jill told me what you usually put inside. I hope it’s to your liking.”
He reached over to grab a cookie and he stared at the sweet dessert in front of him. A cup of black coffee then came into his view and he stared into her eyes for the first time.
She had (e/c) eyes.
(Name) had a bright smile on her face, completely oblivious to the danger that was right in front of her. She reached a hand out towards him in a friendly greeting.
“I hope we can be acquainted.” She added, a bit nervous.
Wesker was still for a moment before his own hand touched hers and the two shared a firm handshake together.
That’s where it all started.
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She plagued his mind after that interchange.
He found out that he actually enjoyed listening to her voice. There were many times where Jill or Rebecca would talk to her over by her desk and he would casually sit on the couch in the lobby, overhearing their conversations.
He learned a lot about her during these times, even when he didn’t share small talk with her.
When the sun shone over her face during the early morning hours, he couldn’t seem to look away. Her skin seemed radiant, her hair was shiny, and her eyes held so much soul that it captivated his own brutal one.
Even when they were in the same room, he would always find himself directing his eyes upon her figure. The moment she stepped inside, they were upon hers. If she came into a room where he was, she would smile at him kindly before continuing her own errands.
He still stared at her when she turned around.
Every time his useless subordinates were to get under his skin, he would storm out of his office and wander to the front lobby where she was. Just being in her presence - even though he was either pacing around angrily or sitting on the couch and staring into space (her), he would feel his anger wash away.
Throughout his career at Umbrella, he’s seen numerous beautiful women but none of them was enough to make them worthy. This damn secretary seemed to have gotten his fingers all tangled up and no matter how much he tried to discard her in his mind, she would always come back.
She was polite and kind to everyone and whenever he came through the front door each morning, she would greet him happily, her eyes lighting up.
“Good morning captain.”
The way the word “captain” rolled off her tongue caught his attention and that’s when he noticed the little details of her. The way her eyes squint when she read her computer screen, the way her lips moved when she scanned through the documents, and the way her face contorted through numerous different expressions made him look at her.
And that’s when the thoughts became more dirty.
He soon paid attention to the way she dressed.
She would always come in dressed in a blouse and a skirt and his eyes would absorb the way the clothing hugged her figure. Her leggings seemed so enchanting, wrapped around her soft limbs and it only made everything better when she looked up at him. Her blouse hid everything and he wished it was see-through.
She was a very likable person and a very hard-working one too. The S.T.A.R.S operations usually had two secretaries to switch between the 24 hour shift, but she would sometimes take over both in order to have more income, even if it exhausted her more.
He secretly extended his own stay as well.
Cameras were in various places of the S.T.A.R.S headquarters and he would change the programming of it so he would have a good view of her on his own computer.
One night, as she was packing up since it was the end of her shift, he stepped in front of her desk.
This was the first time he did so.
And it was just the two of them.
“Captain!” She greeted him instantly, “How was your day? You’re staying longer than usual, I hope it wasn’t too stressful. You’re doing great deeds for all of us, you know?”
“...What made you want to join us?” He asked her.
His voice was smooth, deep, and rich. The woman in front of him stopped packing and she looked at him with a promising look.
“I needed a job to support my family.” She simply replied, “They’ve done a lot for me and lately, life has been kind of hard for them. Any amount of money can make a difference. I have to take care of them.”
He wasn’t even listening.
His eyes were solely on her lips.
“I can take care of you.” His dark mind thought.
“Is there anything else you need, Captain?” She asked him when he didn’t respond.
“How admirable.” He replied slowly, before stepping away from her desk.
He turned to walk away from her but just before he disappeared, he fixed his sunglasses and turned around to stare at her once more.
“Get home safe.” He added.
Of course, she’ll get home safe.
He’ll be the one tailing behind her after all.
He knew where she lived.
He originally joined this pitiful organization for the sake of gathering intel for Umbrella, but he was actually only here for his own goals. This little new secretary became a new obstacle for him, but not in the way he expected.
The human side of him - which was long discarded beneath his corrupted one, slowly began to stir with her presence.
His interest peaked and it soon sky-rocketed. This little obsession towards her that started off by purely curiosity soon burst into a hungry, wild, and lustful drive, filled with desire and possession.
He even started dreaming of her.
He pictured her face, body, and voice in his fantasy - completely at his mercy, and he would awaken in his bed soaked with sweat.
It will get better.
His dreams would soon become reality.
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“Look at you…” Wesker muttered to himself as he watched his own computer screen, “So weak and helpless alone in a place like this.”
It was another night and the team captain was shut in his own office. The current team that had come in for their shift had no idea he was here.
His blue eyes were directly upon his computer screen, as he had switched the lens of the front lobby’s security camera so that it showed the secretary’s desk.
She was still here.
Alone.
Upon his screen, (Name) had fallen asleep on her desk. Her hair was sprawled over her face, her mouth was opened a bit, and her head rested upon her arms. Her body breathed slowly as she slept, so innocent and captivating.
Her blouse seemed to stretch and showed more of her body in this position.
And it only made him long for her more.
Wesker sat in his chair, his arms crossed and his sunglasses situated upon his head to give him a better look. His hands tightened into fists as he continued to stare at the forbidden image in front of him. He wanted to walk up to her and push the strands out of her face.
He also wanted to grab it and feel the way her hair went over his fingers.
The screen glitched and his screen suddenly went black, as the cameras had overheated and shut off. Wesker’s body leaned forward and he typed in something to power it on once more, but his computer was completely dead.
His hand clenched tightly and in an instant, he punched the computer screen. Static bursted from the impact and glass fell to the ground, as the man leaned back on his chair.
Guess his fun will need to end for tonight.
The clock hit 2am and the man opened his door and slowly made his way towards the front desk. His heavy steps were deafening as he approached closer and closer to the unaware female, who was still sleeping soundly on her spot.
She was so still.
Her figure was graceful, hypnotic, sweet, just like the cookies she baked.
Wesker stared at her for several minutes and as much as he wanted it to be like this for eternity, he knew it needed to end.
At least for tonight.
His hand reached forward and he gently tapped her. He felt the soft material of her blouse and he wanted to fist it tightly in his hands and do more things to it, but he stopped himself. She stirred a bit and when she didn’t wake, he tapped her again, this time with more pressure.
Her (e/c) eyes fluttered open and she slowly sat up. Her eyes were sleepy and she yawned, before she realized who was standing in front of her. Her face turned red as she faced Albert Wesker, who stared at her coldly, the female completely unaware of the scenes that had folded behind her back and outside of work.
“Captain!” She brushed a hand through her hair, “D-did I fall asleep on the job?! My apologies! I’m so embarrassed!”
He would love to brush her hair right now.
He also would love to tug it in other ways too.
“You should go home.” He stated indifferently, “It’s late enough and you have to be back here in a few hours. Get some sleep.”
“Thank you for waking me up, Captain.” She thanked him, zipping her bag after she placed the last item in.
Her hair was a bit disheveled and her clothes were a bit messy, but she had no idea as she offered him another bright smile of hers.
“Good night, Captain.” She beamed, “I’ll see you in a few hours. You get some sleep too. You work harder than I do.”
With that, she was gone.
But he’ll see her in a few hours.
Plus, he has countless footage of her in his dear hard drive.
Wesker waited for a few minutes and when the timing was right, he stepped out of the building towards his car, just when (Name) had left in hers. Turning his key into the engine, he powered up his vehicle before he left the parking lot and sped after her.
She was already his.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
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