Chapter 2

THE hot day makes the sweat of Dylan drips from his back and forehead. He is next in line at the outside portion of the V company. This company is a hell of a strict—that they don’t want the applicants to go inside the building. The poor pretty boy patiently waited for the second time around.

With his best attire and that is complimented his black and amber eyes. He is now confident to enter that door, and meet the charming executive that dropped the invitation last night.

“Next!” Someone shouted inside the office. The heart of Dylan is throbbing out of excitement and nervousness. He is afraid to be rejected once more. Moreover, he is not scared anymore when he is with this business card. It is not given to him—nor does he steal it from Luke. His footsteps are going inside, and the woman inside is different from the one that interviewed him.

He greeted and waited for her to say, “please be seated,” before sitting in a hot seat of questions. ”You look familiar, Mr … Cohen,” she said, and he is like being belittled. Dylan gulped, “y-yes Ma’am I am trying again but someone left this,” with a stuttering voice and trembling body. . . he gives the business card to her.

The woman blinks twice and confirms the card; she leaves for a moment and nods after going back. Dylan’s mixing emotions are giving him an uncomfortable moment. A moment of silence before all of a sudden, another voice calls him inside the next room. Dylan is picking up himself and stands with confidence. As he goes inside, a man approached him.

“I have a few questions with you,” the man is named Connor, and he is looking at him so sticky.

He is tall, white and his aura is somewhat not the level of Luke. His voice is also sweet, but this time the other executive is challenging him. Despite of his young age, he is going inside of this prestigious company in town.

Dylan is not let going of his cool and remains calm—despite his body reacting to every beat of his delicate heart. ”Do you know who is the man that invited you?” a serious voice from him that makes Dylan nod even he honestly doesn’t know who it is.

This profound situation is making him worried so much. One wrong move, and he will be doomed. All of his dreams will be crash and shattered to pieces again. ”Y-Yes Sir … he is Luke,” with confidence in his manner of tone, Connor chuckles lightly before looking at him.

“You are a handsome one, but I guess you don’t know how to respect?” by his words—the body of Dylan jolted in terror! ”M-My a-apologises Sir!” with a low bow in front of Connor, he is somewhat convinced. Another woman goes out and brings him to a room before entering the building. “Please wear this temporarily … come with me,” she said, and he follows her until she stopped from aboard.

“Before you will be here because of an invitation from that card—here are the persons you need to pay attention.”

The lady pointed it with her palm and introduced the people on the wall. ”This is the CEO of the company, Mateo Carter Vozinelik.” He looked upon him, and he is now old. ”H-How old is the CEO Ma’am?” he asked at her, and she responded, “Mr. Mateo is now seventy-five years old.”

This pretty boy’s desperation will bring him to danger. Truly an eighteen year old boy must not here, he don’t even know what Luke will do to him, since a billionaires are meant to be harsh, possessive and powerful. They are like the city’s alpha people.

Dylan keeps on listening until he sees three-picture below. “Mr. Mateo have three sons, the elder one is Licoln Carter Vozinelik, the one that you talked earlier is Connor Carter Vozinelik,” she stopped and chuckles.” Don’t worry, Mr. Connor is not that strict … but when it comes to this one please be good to him and everyone because he is the one that invited you. ” The eyes of Dylan widen when seeing a familiar face on the wall. Paul is lying to him! He is not just an ordinary worker of the V company!

The world of Dylan stopped when those grey eyes are also scary in the picture. Upon looking at the three pictures, this one has a different charm.

The lady continues, “he is Luke Carter Vozinelik.”

SUCH a busy day for Luke as he walks the aisle of his office. Where the long hallway is made up of glass, where the sunlight can freely enter. His appearance says it all from his aura—even man can be attracted to him.

He is a business tycoon at the age of thirty years old. Luke is the pride of his sick father. Lincoln and Connor don’t have the interest to run this company. He is the rumored sugar daddy that Paul is talking about inside the bar of John last night.

As he walks, a woman calls her “Sir Luke” he looks on his shoulder and halts his walk. The woman blushed when going to him. Who wouldn’t be blushing when you see an out-of-this-world kind of man with a broad body, yummy figure, and deep baritone voice?

That is making him stand-out from the rest. Luke is an intelligent, hard-working, and billionaire sugar daddy. He always spoils his woman until he will be tired of having fun with them. Perhaps, he won’t even bother to change women because a womanizer like him is such a jackpot for others. His father firmly believes in him rather than the rest of his brothers.

See for Lincoln, and he is a thirty-two-year-old man who doesn’t care about his work. He would instead go to France and have a gold playing with the business partners of his father. Such a headache, but he is always troubled with Connor, the youngest of the three. They don’t know who are their true mothers—since Mr. Mateo kept it a secret.

He loves his child, and now that he is old. The next in line CEO is now ripe from his experiences. They’re all full-grown adults and even can have their own respected family. Luke has it all and his charm had a deep secret why he is always the best.

However, in the case of Luke. . . he is a little bit boring with woman, instead he wanted a man. . . a man that would satisfy him and be his sugar baby. ”Yes, what is it?” he replied to the woman, and she bowed in front of the serious executive, “someone came in with your invitation,” the woman directly said.

Luke makes smug smirked before it turns serious again, “I am not interested,” he replied against his will, and then walks away. ”Sir!” the woman shouted, and Luke is pissed off.

“What?!” he annoyingly retorted. She comes closer at him, “our new uniform is now ready and I think he is the best model for it.” Luke sighed when he heard it. He don’t have any choice but give him some sort of time.

“Good, please bring him to my office after an hour. Make sure it is good, if it is not. . . I will fire you right away,” his deep voice is so scary! The woman goes back to the room where he brings Dylan to the fitting room. Going out from the office, Dylan smelled the sillage trace of a man walking towards the building’s exit.

He can’t help but look back—nevertheless, he didn’t see Luke that passed through him. The woman meticulously put the uniform onto the body of Dylan. “This is the right fit to you, please take off your clothes.”

Dylan is shy, but he can’t be picky from the first day of his work. The woman is blushing when seeing him in his boxer. He has an oozing charisma and his body is grown up rather than his age.

The pretty boy keeps on going—as he finished it. He looks so gorgeous! The time is terrific, as Luke Vozinelik ordered. “Please this way … make yourself presentable not only this one,” when walking Dylan is catching the attention of many employees because of his handsomeness.

They walked inside the elevator and waited for it to open. Dylan Cohen cannot hide the nervousness and chills crawling to his spine. His heart would likely jump when the door opened and walks inside the office. A man is sitting in a swivel chair facing the wall.

“Sir, sorry for a little delay—I am here with our new employee and he is a better choice to model it right in front of you,” the woman said, and then Dylan is biting his lower lips because of the heavy feeling. Luke put the cup beside the table, and when he turns around, and the face them—the sunlight scattered to his skin giving a dazzling aura from a safe distance. There is something about him, and it is making Dylan flutters so much. It feels like there is spellbound in him.

His seconds are slowed down every time he flicks his fingers on the table. ”This is my proposed uniform for the new set of employees Sir—“ Luke has already seen its potential and completely enticed by his appearance. “You may now leave the room,” the woman walks first, and the pretty boy goes after—nevertheless, Luke speaks once more. ”Leave the new employee inside,” his deep voice that must be calling his name is stern and irritably noticeable.

She had no choice but to leave the two and close the door. Dylan didn’t know what to do, and he is like a statue in his position. Luke when seeing his face again, he becomes familiar and he didn’t loses the accuracy of his plan.

The room is filled with silence when Luke sips some tea. It is a blessing that he took it by luck—but the consequences are much more wretched. ”Tell me about you,” Luke uttered with a deep voice and a cold sneer. Dylan flinched in fear as he put his trembling hand at his back

“I-I’m Dylan C-Cohen Sir—“

”Louder,” his voice is not angry, but he can sense a little bit of rush inside. ”I’m Dylan Cohen Sir, it is my pleasure to meet you,” he once again tried, but his throat became dry.

“Face the wall,” Luke irritably said, and the pretty boy has no choice but to follow his crazy order. Upon looking at him from his back—this Dylan is an elegant type of person. . . from his head, Luke traces it down to his butt.

There is something about this pretty boy that makes Luke Vozinelik’s soul attached to him from the first time he met him. He knows that he is still young but he didn’t even bother, because a billionaire like him can get whatever he wanted in life.

He can smell his minted breath as it is whispering through his ears, “nice to meet you.” 

“Do you know what is the payment of the invitation? I don’t even invite you here?” he added as Dylan’s heart flutters in pain and guilt! “I-I’m s-so sorry Sir Luke!” with a stuttering voice. . . Luke finds his vulnerable part.

He blackmailed the poor pretty boy by his authoritarian voice. Dylan quivered from his words because this boy doesn’t have anything, and he will continue to be nobody in the executive’s eyes.

 ”I can sue you. . . Mr. Cohen,” he said to him, and a tear falls from his eyes. Dylan is so shamefaced that he wanted to disappear from the world right away! . ”I-I will do anything. . . p-please don’t sue me Sir!” he deliberately offered as Luke leave him and a seat on the table.

“Anything?” he repeats it as Dylan gulped. He is panting in nervousness, but the handsome executive looks at him with a severe face. His calculations are precise and his lips curled, he cannot contain it anymore.

Luke chuckled and spoke, “be my baby.”