4

Theodore 

He lifts his hand, looking at me annoyed. “Are you some kind of Casanova?” 

“To be honest,” I say, pursing my lips and scratching my chin. “I have the face for it.” 

“Ugh,” he pushes out as I look around his office. 

It is furnished as he is and screams cold asshole with money from a mile away. 

Closing the door behind me, I step in front of his desk. I clear my throat as he looks up at me bored and I pull myself together not to lose my shit again.

“Listen, Mr. Helades, I’m deeply sorry about what I texted you last night and it won’t happen again. I apologize for having been rude and surely what the N stands for is none of my business.” 

“Is that all?” he asks, again not seeming impressed with what I had to offer. 

This is the worst. 

“I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again as I don’t have money to drink anyway, so your mailbox is safe.” 

His eyes burn into mine, making me ramble along. “Also, I have been experiencing some very bad sleeping issues, and even if I don’t know why the hell I’m telling you this, sir… I’ll be starting a new medication ordered from my doctor, who will prevent me from having certain strange episodes and so, I will not end up as a maniac in your emails as well.” 

I finally get a reaction from him as he lifts his brow, and I gulp painfully. “And after this, the chances are good that I will have to move back to my mom anyway.” 

I clap my hands before me nervously before lifting them up in an awkward cheering, “Yaay.” 

“Are you done?” he asks nonchalantly, making me nod. 

“Yes, sir.” 

He sighs, straightening his spine in his chair as he leans back in it. “Back where?” 

“Huh?” I ask eloquently, as I must have gotten the question wrong. 

With another annoyed look, he stares me down, making me feel like the stupidest creature in the universe, “You said you would move back to your mom. Where does she live?” 

“Oh, that. A hamlet near Leicester,” I say, squirming on my feet. “It’s really… rural… Lots of horses.” 

I clear my throat once again as he continues to stare at me. 

As I stand there, watching him, my anger nearly vanishes, his strong frame and alluring aura lulling me in like the horny drunkard I am. 

Suddenly, I picture him grabbing me and slamming me onto the desk, pulling down my pants to get an apology that wasn’t as lame as the one I just uttered. 

My cock twitches and I pull at my jacket automatically. 

Wanting to flee the situation before I say something stupid, I gesture to the door. “I will get going now.” 

He just hums, directing his gaze back to his files and letting me step outside without any other word or even gaze. 

Just humiliating. 

I walk down the long hallway, back to the elevator, feeling like I’m on a walk of shame and as I pass Gilda’s desk, I lift my hand to wave at her. “Have a good day, Gilda.” 

“Thank you,” she retorts with a smile. “You too.” 

I sigh exhausted as the door closes and I stumble back to lean against the cold wall. 

Oh, she wouldn’t last long for sure. 

Ignoring the bitch at the reception, I step out into the fresh air, taking a deep breath. 

What the fuck is going on?!

Fuck my life! 

I’m just about to climb my bike as my phone vibrates in my hand and I take the call with a groan. “Mom, I’m just driving home. Can I call you in a minute?” 

I pinch the bridge of my nose as she goes on telling me what an ungrateful brat I am. 

Apparently, I sent a bunch of messages out to her, the neighbor’s wonder-kid, and a lot of other people. 

“Mom, I got hacked! How would I even do that?” 

Of course, she doesn’t believe me and goes on telling me what a failure I am, insulting me further. 

“Mom… Mom… Mom,” I try several times but there is no way to interrupt her rage speech. 

My heart squeezes at the thought that I have to tell her that I have to move back home and she cuts the call, hanging up the phone into my face. 

Great! Just great! 

I get onto my bike, thinking that this must have been the ultimate downer but something boils in me. 

My mind keeps swaying towards Helades, making me feel like I’m burning up. 

I choose to make a detour, halting in front of a sex shop that I have always looked at from afar. 

Determined to get rid of at least a few of my frustrations, I enter the shop. 

The uninterested shop assistant makes it a lot easier to buy anal toys and lubricants. 

I pay and leave the shop without any interaction and return home with my cock already feeling like it is about to explode. 

I run up the stairs to my apartment and have barely closed the door behind me when I start stripping out of my clothes. 

Ripping the package open, I take out the prostate massager and pull a condom over it. I kneel on the bed, lubing my ass before pushing the toy inside my ass. 

Gasping, I push it all the way in before pulling the ring affixed to it over my cock. 

“Fuck,” I breathe out as I bend forward, taking a few breaths to adjust to the feeling of having the toy in me. 

“It’s not because of the asshole,” I growl, as I take the remote into my hand. 

Pulling my pillow to bury my head into it, I push out a low groan before I press the button to start the toy. 

I’m totally a virgin when it comes to toys and it’s not like I have all that experience with sex, so as the toy starts vibrating and pumping inside of me, it takes me only a second to orgasm hard. 

“Fuuuuuck,” I moan into my pillow, slowly getting up feeling a little dizzy. 

Now I feel stupid. 

I felt so hot that I did something in a rush that would have taken me ages otherwise. 

The effect he has on me is just the worst.

I’m sure that he is just a dream. No way he is real! 

Moving my head from side to side, stretching my neck, I let my hands move over my body, caressing myself as his picture keeps flashing before my mind. 

Him with the frown and then him with the grin as he is just about to take my dick into his mouth. 

As I feel myself getting hot again, I reactivate the toy. I sit down between my heels, pushing it deeper as it vibrates and pumps inside of me. 

My throat constricts as I feel it massaging the right spot, and I pull my hands over my head, enjoying the thrusts inside of me. 

I would really love to know what N stands for now, I think to myself as I picture him slamming into me on his desk just before I cum again.