Tense silence fill the room, everyone seem to be holding their breath, our eyes on this Shepherd that wasn’t mine. Sweat beads rolled down the sides of my head, his words replaying over and over in my head. He wants to kick me out, and he has the power to do so. Heels clicked their way into the room, breaking the silence, I still don’t look away from the Shepherd with hard eyes. “I am so sorry, Mr. Shepherd, he is one of us, and we haven’t had the chance to train him.”At the familiar, panicked voice of Caitlyn Holt, my eyes finally leave the man and find her, she looked distraught, her face pinched into one that was pleading with him. She grabs me by my wrist, pulling me to herself, now she was standing between Mr. Shepherd and myself, not much of shield as both of us tower over her, but the effect was amazing, I had been feeling very alone and very exposed, if she had come any later, I might have run away. Mr. Shepherd tilts his head in the air, Cait’s hold on my wrist tighten,
I press myself against him. The familiar sound of him sucking in through his teeth is sign that he feels me.I want to touch you. He had whispered in my ear at the resort, the first time I had pressed myself against him like this. He sucked in through his teeth then, so he must feel the same way now, I wanted him to say it again, the words drove me crazy. “Chris?”At the sound of Cait’s voice, he jumped away from me. The world spun in my vision, but I still had the wall behind me to support myself, my knees were buttery and my heart would not stop beating. There was a buzzing sound coming from somewhere around me, I didn’t know where. It took a while to realize the buzzing sound was my own whimpering, I work hard to shut myself up. I missed him the moment he withdrew himself away from me. I craved his touch, that much I knew, this was another level. Grinding my heels against the wooden floors was one thing, but I had to press myself against the wall to prevent launching myself to
I continue to stare at him. I watch as his mouth form words, he talks intently, explaining something I don’t hear. My mind churns with questions, reviewing everything I thought I knew about him, and what I knew now. He had looked like a man with a lot of burden when I first saw him, I assumed it was work related, but now I think-- my eyes drifting to Wes, who nods along to whatever it is Christopher is saying. What was it Cait said about him again? He was always working. It was starting to look like he put work before their relationship, maybe that was why he was at the resort. He was heart broken, and he used me to get him out of his system. I felt sick, physically sick. That was why he wanted me to leave so desperately, he didn’t want his boyfriend to know I existed. I press my lips together, tears burning the corner of my eyes. I force myself to stay in the present. I foolishly wanted to be by his side all these while. I had gone ahead of myself, thinking I meant something to hi
“Is it normal to kiss your ex?”Swallowing, I try to keep my face neutral, while my heart thudded forcefully inside my chest. I hope she doesn’t notice anything as her glassy eyes squint at me, trying to get a read on me or something. I clear my throat nosily and adjust my tie. I look away at other tables, the bar was crowded for a work day, I assume, that like Ash, most of them were here for what they called, a workday review. “If I saw any of my ex’s, there is no telling what I would do. Except the one back in high school, he moved away, I might kiss him.” She shrugged, the just refilled beer glass travelling back to her mouth, she sucked on the glass as the liquid poured into her mouth, a little bit of it trickling down the side of her face. “So it depends on what kind of relationship they had?” I ask handing her wet wipes, she takes it clumsily, I wince when she completely misses the mark.“Nope, the way they broke up. You can only kiss an ex if you never found them sucking fac
My tongue darts out nervously and wets my lips, my eyes pinned to his mouth, the way my heart jack hammered made me worry. He takes his time, his slender fingers curls around the stem of the glass as he brought it to his lips, he takes a deliberate slow sip that makes me gulp. “You still have a problem with patience.” He nods in the direction of my feet as they tapped impatiently at the floor. Conscious of the action, my leg stops the taps, but it feels like holding back a sneeze, it tickles the back of throat until I let it out. The corner of his lips lift in a small smirk that grates on my nerves. “Not that you’d know.” I snap.He quirks a brow at my outburst, he didn’t expect the hostility, but all I could think about was the kiss, what it could mean, and the way he was avoiding my question. I gave up everything, it wasn’t much, but it was all I had, and he couldn’t care less, kissing his ex. “There’s a meeting tomorrow with the board of directors, don’t be late.” He says, risin
Was that flirting?I chew the insides of my cheeks, his message from earlier has been playing in a constant loop inside of my head. He had told me I was never supposed to eat around other people. But I brushed it off as teasing, he was teasing me. After all, I never ate around others, and he knew this. I had nobody to eat with. And now… he bought the food for me, and I ate it at the desk assigned to me, where did he want me to eat? Suppressing a sigh, I find my phone under the table, and I debate doing a search on the internet, but what would I even ask? Before Christopher, I never had to wonder if someone was flirting with me, it never happened before, so I wasn’t sure how to respond. How do you respond to someone flirting with you?I look away from my phone, my eyes are met with Gunther’s cruel snarl, it makes me flinch. Then I quickly rearrange myself, bringing my mind to the present. We were currently at the first board meeting, trying to discuss my stay here, and all m
His reaction to the question which I asked with my heart almost beating it’s way out of my chest, is a little falter in his steps. Nothing else, like the question was a bug he didn’t see coming and was merciful enough not to step on it. My fingers slip into my mouth, and I chewed on my fingers as I wait for his response. In the movies I saw the few times the TV in my apartment back home was on, the person asking the question I got, would hold their breath in anticipation. I used to roll my eyes, citing how foolish it was, if the person didn’t want to, move on with your life. Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.Now it is my turn to do the chant, and I realize how horribly wrong I had been. You couldn’t just move on, unless the person didn’t mean so much to you. “I don’t think I am free Saturday.”His words make something inside of me shatter, I couldn’t find the strength to continue behind him, I pause behind him, and watch as his elegant stride walked on, like he d
My heart slows at his declaration. Words stick to the roof of my mouth, along with my tongue. He takes my silence for an act of confirmation, “I guess she doesn’t. I should let her know.”My fingers work fast, grabbing unto his sleeves, in an attempt to get him to stay, he didn’t have to reveal himself to Ash, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. He leans in even closer, dips his mouth beneath my ear, on the sweet spot below my ear, his tongue darts out and wets it. I shiver against him, thankful I held on to him when I did, my grip is stronger on his sleeves, as that is the only thing keeping me standing. His mouth covers the sweet spot, sucking on it. I let out a whimpering sound, one of his many favorites, and he grazes my skin lightly with his teeth in response. My back arched, and I leaned into him, my breathing erratic. I needed him to touch me everywhere, I burned for him.He gives the spot another lick, and then whispers in my ear, “There, all done.” Just before he lean
“Thank you for helping with Ash, you didn’t have to.” I say when the silence gets too loud and thick. Both of our nervousness, or maybe just mine was enough to make it awkward. I rub both hands together after gesturing to Ash’s locked door, she was safely tucked in bed and hopefully snoring away. He had walked up to both of us soon after Ash pointed him out. She passed out mid giggling as he came. My heart had been in my throat the entire time, I watched him nervously as he walked up to us-- well me, since Ash was snoring softly by then. He wordlessly got in, and drove me to Ash’s house, the only thing he asked of was her address, which was already in the navigation system, he drove in silence, and when i tried to bring her inside by myself, he gently swooped her off her feet and carried her instead. I swallowed, even mad at him, I couldn’t think pry my eyes off his muscles. Together, we put her to bed gently, she only stirred in her sleep, but her eyes remained shut. I knew she w
I may have broken every traffic law in a bid to get to Ash on time, she had already started to drink when I met her, still in her work clothes, except, one of her stilettos are off her feet and laid on it’s side under her stool. “Look who it is, the sugar baby of Shepherd Construction!” she giggles as I slide next to her, my eyes widen and I look around us, hoping that nobody heard, and if they did, I would hope they would think it was the alcohol talking. Thankfully, no one cared enough to listen, maybe except the bartender that looked like she wasn’t interested but may be listening. “Ash, mind if you keep your voice down?” I whisper, in hopes that she would copy, like a child would.She pressed her forefinger against her lips, a droopy smile on her flushed face.“I forgot, it is a secret and I am not supposed to know.” she whispered back with a giggle.I am still uneasy, so when the bartender looks at me, I shake my head, she scowls at me, and it makes me feel bad, however, if
“What was that for?” I hiss once we are outside, I stumble a few steps from how roughly I separated myself from him.“That is exactly what I would like to ask you. I heard from Lady Rockbell that you had gone to see Gunther, when you had work to do.” I stare at him open mouthed, he heard from lady Rockbell? Was he keeping tabs on me? And he came all the way out here to do what?“I was going to come when we were done, what I was doing with Mr. Shepherd was briefing. I can’t believe you drove all this way for this.” To say I was seething was a grave understatement. He was treating me like a child incapable of making their own decisions. “I specifically told you to stay away from him, didn’t I tell you!” His voice raises at the end of the sentence.I could hardly believe my own ears, was he angry at me for hanging out with his brother? “He is made from the same cloth as my father, they are both homophobic, and the touching thing you did, what do you think he thinks about it?” I
Lady Rockbell’s driver had offered to take me directly to the high end restaurant Gunther asked me to meet him at, but I declined, I want to leave there by myself if I had to, and going without my car would defeat that. The restaurant screamed luxury and high end, I suspect Gunther invited me here on purpose, to intimidate me or something, however, I used to work at a place as high end as this, I only had to pretend. “You certainly took your time.” he says when I spot his table, there is an irritated look on his face. He is dressed like a businessman in every sense of the word. He looked like Christopher, and looked nothing like him at the same time. They sounded so different too, where Christopher had a smooth, deep voice that felt like it washed over you, Gunther’s rough voice demanded you stood still and listened to him. “I had to finish with Lady Rockbell.” I take a seat opposite him.His brows straightened at the mention of our client, he regained his composure, I could almos
The taste is still at the back of my throat as I walked, or danced, I have no idea, but I know I am humming, into Lady Rockbell’s garden. I do a small spin before I sit, it is all I can do to stop myself from giggling and sighing wistfully. “No extra large coffee, sullen expression or a sigh in sight today.” Lady Rockbell says making me jump, she had been in her corner working on the fruits she only saw an hour a day. I would have seen her if my head was on my neck instead of in the clouds. “I would like to think that’s a good thing.” I say as I settle myself, she startled me real good.“Your work would tell me if it is.” she murmurs.I shake my head with a chuckle, I don’t care what image she had outside, Lady Rockbell was like any other old woman, with the snark and attitude, the only thing she has that they are missing would be the Botox. I work fast today, maybe because every time I swallowed there was a reminder in my throat that he was just there this morning. Maybe becaus
My grandma absolved my mother of all her crimes against me, for one simple reason, she hadn’t committed mother, that’s why you’re here, she would tell me, she wanted me to be grateful to her daughter. It made her the best mother in the world, even a better mother than grandma herself. “Lately, I find myself wanting good things, craving the best, and that’s all you, Alec.” His voice is small when he says this, almost defeated.“You can have it.”“I can’t, not when I don’t deserve it. People’s lives were snatched because of me.” he says quickly stopping my words on my tongue.Grandma would have ran away from him, she would have thought him even more vile than my mother who dumped me in grandma’s arms a few days after I was born, with the words, ‘Sell it or whatever.’ I know these from one of their rare calls, I had been severely ill, and grandma with no health insurance called her daughter for some money, and she reaffirmed her statement from when I was dumped. ‘I told you to sell it
Everything is going so fast and so slow at the same time, my breath hitched in impatience, skin burning with longing, I bite into my lips as his hands shook, needing to touch me the way I needed to be touched. All of a sudden his movement seizes. He stills as if in shock, his brows furrow, I watch him closely, my own confusion apparent. What was going on? He pushed himself of me, and turns around, I have a view of his wide, muscled back, I am slightly distracted by it. “I’m sorry.” he mumbles before walking away, speed walking as if I were some sort of disease he was terrified of.I jump down from where he had placed me on top of the table, I stare at his back wondering what the hell that was, and how I was supposed to react. He doesn’t turn back once and as usual, I follow him, he doesn’t acknowledge that I am following behind him. Just as I reach a huge oak door, it slams in my face, I hear the turn of his lock from the other side. I know he has always shut me out, but doing i
Turns out the movies were right, dashing brooding men in suits always had baggage holding them back, with walls as high as Everest. It would take a patient person to pull these walls down. Luckily for me, I am poster person for patient, I did search for him with only his fake name, and traced him all the way down here. “What was the name of your firm?”He stills from confusion, we were laid side by side, almost naked, he dropped a bombshell on me, he might have been thinking I would take it hard. But I was taking it hard but I couldn’t back down. “The Nest.” He answers quietly,“Nest?” I snicker at his choice of name.I don’t see him but I could tell he was rolling his eyes, he had said before that he was terrible with names. “What name would you rather it had?”I hum, adjusting myself in his arms and the small space, his hold around me squeezes, I fight the smile on my face and it wins anyway, he can’t see me in the dark anyway. “What were the core values?”He takes a deep brea
Turns out he wasn’t asking or warning me, he was informing me. He pushes himself down my body, his fingers working on my pants. I stifle a moan as a bolt of excitement rushed through me, he had never seen me naked. Now I worry, I try to think back, wondering if I shaved or not, my mind is foggy and the other thing blaring in my mind was the fact that he is touching me. My cheeks flamed in the dark as he finds my eyes in the glow of the TV. His pointer finger hooked on the band of my briefs, my skin burned from where he touched me, I couldn’t nod any faster if I tried as I gave him the permission he was asking for, I needed him to touch me. Cod air hits my bare butt, followed by my dick springing free, he let out a sound I would describe as hot.I can’t see his face anymore so I can’t tell what he is thinking, I bite my lip and wait in anticipation. I haven’t really thought about it before, but I wasn’t small, if I do say so myself. Where he was long and curved slightly, I was fat