His Maid's Son (Bk1)

Alexander had hardly got any work done when he got a call from the hospital stating that his old man had a seizure and had been admitted. He would have rudely asked how it concerns him, but as his only close relative, it was only logical that they called. He contemplated not going, but a huge part of him wanted to taunt his father. In his own twisted way, it gives him pleasure to see his old man in pain. Before he could overthink it, Alexander had Yusuf drive them to St. Louis hospital, which was about twenty minutes from his office. Upon arrival, he was met with chaos, as expected in such a busy hospital. His eyes scanned the outpatients before he made his way to the reception. He had just uttered a 'hello,' when a worried woman pushed him out of the way and started shouting at the nurse “Please miss, my son is dying." While the nurses seemed unbothered by the outburst, the poor woman was on a verge of tears. Alexander eyed the woman secretly as she clenched her fist tightly, gla

ALEXANDER A week flew by like a blur, mainly because I had a hectic schedule and also because I was excited for Christian starting work. They are supposed to be moving in my staff quarter today, so I am hoping to schedule a meeting with him the day after tomorrow so that we can discuss which position suits him best. Since my P. A has been pushing for a promotion, I could enable that and get Christian to fill in if he accepts, or I could have him choose among the few assistant vacancies we have in the departments. I am weirdly excited to meet him because a proper introduction is overdue. I haven't been back to the hospital for obvious reasons and also because I was busy, mostly. I have sent Yusuf over to them a couple of times, mainly to take food and also ensure no treatment is spared in the name of expense. Elizabeth is supposed to start training with Maria, she will take over as my housekeeper, and she will have less than two months to learn how to run my house smoothly. I am ver

CHRISTIANTalking to Amy was super easy because she had this sweet face to go with her good nature. She showed me around the premises, and we got talking, and I already like her. She is a bit nosy as well, but who isn’t? I mean, there is this moment when she asked me if I have a girlfriend and I told her no, and she went ahead to ask if I have a boyfriend and I choked on nothing. I had enough coming out drama, and I am warier of people now. After more drilling, she explained she was no homophobe and since our boss is openly out, no employee would dare discriminate. That was a very fascinating piece of information, I hadn't known. It doesn’t mean I will go jumping into his bones, but at least it’s a relief to know I wouldn’t get picked on because of my sexuality. I used her big mouth to my advantage and fished for more about our boss, wisely, of course. I found out he was twenty-eight, which makes Ma's assumption correct. He was also once married at a younger age, though he is divorc

CHRISTIAN It has been almost a month since I started working for Alex. He would probably flip if I called him that out loud, but I do in my mind when I am thinking about him, which has been a lot recently. It has been a bit challenging dealing with him in and out of job, but it seemed to come naturally to him. The business mogul knows just how and when he wants the job done. In the boardrooms Alexander is scary even, he barks orders around with expectations which must be met. I once tasted his wrath for missing an important follow-up email. Outside the office he is fun to be around, I enjoy our rides to and from work. I have started therapy, and surprisingly, it's satisfying to unburden to someone, who you are paying. They have an obligation to listen, and they do, by making everything about you. I see her three times a week and Alex ensures I am off early while Yusuf drops and picks me up. Last week, Amy invited me to tag along for drinks with some of her friends from work. It wa

ALEXANDER What started as an innocent kiss escalated quickly as I shifted him on my lap, kissing every exposed skin. He moaned and panted softly as he ground on me earnestly, making our c*cks hard rapidly. I wanted very much to strip him naked, bend him over my desk and f*ck him senselessly, but I knew I needed to take it slow. I pulled back slightly and looked at his flushed face. He was staring up at me innocently, not knowing how much he was pushing my limits. I held him by the waist and tried to lift him off my lap, but he grabbed me by the shirt, and once again connected our lips.When he started fumbling with my zipper, all the take-it-slow bullshit evaporated, and I turned us around and had him lying on his back in the coach. In seconds, I had him stripped and trapped below me, looking all delicious and ready for the taking. “ I want you now," I murmured, tasting his kiss-swollen lips once more, shutting off whatever response he was about to offer. My boy groaned, reaching t