*Present Time*
Geb parked the car in the lot and stepped down. He glanced at Nessy, who had already exited and was halfway to the building. He stopped the car, adjusted his tie, trying to get comfortable—but it choked his mortal neck. He scoffed and took it off. The shirt was tight too, suffocating his mortal form.
He caused the designers' boutique Nessy had taken him to, to get clothes for him. He loosened the first two buttons and finally felt at ease. Then he tucked in his shirt properly, following the mortal dress code. If not for the mind duplication, he wouldn't have understood why he had to dress this way. But since Nessy's knowledge was now his, he knew he had to dress formally every time he came to the office.
Truth be told, he wasn't sure why he was here. He should be planning how to return to his time—and to Nut, whom he missed dearly and longed to hold. But what was this strange feeling for this mortal, making him consider giving up his will for her, to make her his consort? No! He was a god and should act like one. He must convince her to help him regain his full will—powerful enough to break the bonds of whatever spell his father used on him.
He sighed, staring at Nessy's alluring back. Shaking off the daydream, he resolved to make his intentions clear to her today. He followed her—not in haste, because he knew exactly where she was headed: her office.
The company building was massive and magnificent—a skyscraper. Nessy's office was at the very top. The company bore her father's name, Mitch Saadid, and produced skincare products: creams, soaps, body wash, oils—all dominant in Egypt's market. One reason Nessy was a social media queen was because of her skincare empire.
"Good morning, ma'am," greeted the staff as she passed arrogantly without answering. They were accustomed to her character. But that didn't mean they stopped greeting; a missed greeting could cost someone their job.
Today, however, Nessy wasn't the center of attention. Though rude and arrogant, her beauty still captivated everyone—especially the male staff, who ogled her perfect curves and pretty face. But now, the female staff had someone new to admire: Geb. Tall, handsome, and godlike, his hazel eyes captivated all. Even those not looking directly at him found themselves drawn. His measured steps echoed like a melody, stealing focus. His loosened shirt buttons revealed a bare chest that left the ladies blushing deeply.
Geb could hear their thoughts but didn't care. He wasn't in the mood for mortal flirting. He walked past them all, following Nessy as they sought desperate ways to touch him.
Nessy didn't notice the ogling women; too proud to care. She catwalked with her head held high and nose in the air. When she reached the elevator, she turned for the first time since arriving—and her jaw dropped.
'Why does he have to look so good?' she cursed inwardly, mouth agape.
Geb felt proud. Though unpraised as a god, he was adorned for his mortal form. Hearing her thoughts filled him with joy, but he acted oblivious. He approached her and asked with a smirk, "Is this passage your office?"
Nessy snapped out of her daze, embarrassed, thankful he hadn't heard her thoughts. She flung her hair and pressed the elevator button. The doors beeped and opened; they stepped inside.
Heat crept into Nessy's skin as the elevator rose. It felt like hours in the confined space with Geb. She glanced at him; he appeared relaxed, as if all was normal. She felt awkward. Then she noticed the problem.
"Do you mind buttoning your shirt properly? It's irresponsible to dress like that," she said, trying not to sound nervous.
Geb noticed the nervousness immediately. He believed it was because she was still innocent—'but not for long,' he thought with a sly smile. Enjoying the moment, he heard her demand and smirked. 'Really, spoiled mortal? You want to play this game?' He faced her squarely.
"And what if I say I won't?" he challenged, drawing closer.
"Then I'll fire you," Nessy said, standing tall despite feeling subdued. 'Why do I feel so weak around him, when I'm the boss?' she wondered.
Geb sensed her purity and desire, barely resisting. He bent to inhale her scent and nervous energy at her neck, then stepped back, reading her blank mind and stoic face. She was probably shocked at what he seemed about to do. 'Oh, what an innocent consort,' he thought, stepping away.
"What were you about to do to me?" she asked, almost tearful and embarrassed. "How dare you try to take my chastity! Have I not made myself clear? I AM YOUR BOSS!!" she yelled.
The elevator stopped with a beep, doors sliding open. She stormed out without looking back—too embarrassed, flustered, and angry.
Geb exited casually, unaffected. He entered her office and stared at her, trying to study her. Nessy ignored him, focusing on her laptop. She didn't hate him for earlier; she was just nervous and had reacted poorly. Geb was relieved—her anger wouldn't help him now.
He sat opposite her, inhaled deeply, ready to speak—when a knock interrupted.
"Come in," Nessy said casually without looking up.
Her secretary peeked inside. "Madam, Morsi Mubarak is here to see you."
'Morsi Mubarak?!' Nessy's heart skipped a beat. He was the son of Egypt's president and influential in his own right. 'Why would he be here?' she wondered.
"Let him in," she said at last.
"Okay, ma'am," the secretary replied.
Geb relaxed in his seat, aware of who Morsi was and how his presence affected Nessy. Honestly, he didn't like it.
Seconds later, the door opened. A tall, well-built man entered. His hair was short, eyes warm brown. "Hi, Nessy. Long time no see. I hope you're ready for my request," he said, smiling.
Nessy's mind flashed back with Geb's duplicate memories. She recalled their last meeting at the launch of her Nes-See body wash, when he said he had a request but would reveal it in due time. She'd agreed, saying, "Till then, Morsi."
So this was the request.
"And what might your request be?" Nessy asked eagerly, walking to the couch opposite him and sitting comfortably.
Morsi smiled. "I wish to make you my first lady."
"What?!"…