Nine: Accepting The Hard Choice For Gain

Travis's POV 

He pulled me into the door quickly and slammed it behind us.

Before I could grasp what was going on, he pinned me to the wall.

What now?

Do he want to give me another kiss? The question rang in my mind.

I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but then he begged me to remain at the spot.

"Please, stay still." He said calmly, with a soft whisper.

At a moment he's cold and bossy, and at another moment he's all soft.

What is he really up to being a chameleon?

"Please, I'll be snappy okay." He snapped.

Looking at the glass wall by the side of the wall.

"You don't have to hold me against the wall to speak okay?" 

"Okay," he said releasing me.

I fixed a stern gaze while waiting for an explanation from him at least.

"The man in the other office was Stanley my ex." He confessed.

I think it's beginning to make sense why he kissed me in the first place.

He was trying to make his ex jealous. Such a childish act.

"You're going to act as my boyfriend for a month, until Stanley realizes he's wrong about me and crawls back to me." The words slip out of his mouth freely.

If not that I had driven him to work today, I'd have called him mad.

"And if I refuse?" I struck the question.

"You can't refuse, you serve me remember?" 

"Yeah as a bodyguard remember?" I irked.

He gulped, feeling defeated.

"I'll pay you for this and you'll get to...spend time in my office." He closed his eyes like he didn't mean to say that.

I thought about it for a while, and seeing the possibilities of getting my revenge from this relationship.

How pathetic, the father and son are gays and are into me.

All I need to do is to gain their trust and wait for a little mistake to take the murderer down.

"Alright, since it's a contract thing, I'll like to sign it legally. And here are my terms. We'll only do this when your ex is around. No kissing on the lips, just touching and fondling. Your father must not know I'm g...gay." I stressed it, feeling irritated.

I've kissed two men in two days that probably makes me a gay now.

Carlos gives a mischievous smile and heaved a sigh of relief like one who has won a battle.

He points a room just at the corner of his office where I could relax while he worked.

Does this mean he gets to treat me nicely now?

Even though he treats me nicely, it won't still change the fact that he ran my girlfriend with a car and got away with it.

I hate him for that and will do anything to bring him down.

After gaining his trust and his father's attention, I'll turn them against each other.

The plan all seems to be falling in place by itself.

I wonder if I should go through the door he pointed out or just seat in the main office?

Well, I'm his boyfriend here so I guess I'm just going to relax in that room.

I got to the room and it was a complete bedroom for an afterwork nap.

It had a large bed and a reading corner. A bar stood by the wall with drinks hung upon it.

Gosh! He sure never has anything to worry about.

I closed the door and paced around the room to check how wide it was.

There was a drawer beside the bedside which caught my attention.

Usually in movies, secrets are mostly hidden in drawers.

I opened the drawer and was caught up in digust.

"Yuck!" I exclaimed, closing my nose almost immediately.

They were used condoms with stocked semen in them.

Under them were magazines.

Gay magazines...

The magazine had different pictures of men with different sizes of penises.

I dropped the magazine as I wasn't interested and went further into searching the drawer.

There was a sealed envelope with a symbol upon it

A symbol of a black raven in a circled star.

It looked suspicious, but opening it will announce the entry.

It's seal was fragile, and can't be opened without breaking.

I just have to wait for Carlos to open it then.

Who knows how long the envelope has even been in his drawer.

I heard the office door open. 

Immediately the envelope slide from my hand.

Gentle footsteps approached the door. 

I quickly slipped the envelope through the drawers opening and sat on the bed, waiting for Carlos' arrival.

The door made a long cry as he stressed it while opening.

When the door finally opened, it wasn't Carlos behind it, it was Stanley.

I widened my eyes at him, while he shot me a mean look.

His hands held tight to some documents that separated them.

"What are you doing here?" I threw the question at him, joining my thighs as he appeared to be looking between.

"I came to hand this over to Carlos, but he's not in the office." He said, beating the papers gently with his fingers.

Where could that maniac have gone?

He was just in this office a while ago.

"You can just leave the papers on his desk, when he returns, he'll take a look at them. I'm also waiting for him too, I want a massage before I go to sleep." I lied, trying to keep up with the right expression that portrayed that.

He irked and walked out of the room.

I exhaled deeply, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. 

He totally looks scary with his eyes lie that, I thought he was going to choke me seeing his fingers maltreating the papers.

I shouldn't even be helping Carlos, but rather be against him.

Carlos enemies should be my friends because I could use that against him for sure.

But here I am, dancing to the beat of a moving drum.

It's fine, he won't know what will hit him.