Oliver.I closed the door firmly behind me, blurring out the heat radiating from Benjamin's angry threats. They were meaningless to me, I didn't care about what he would think and what he would do about the words I had said.I didn't even plan on carrying out the threat. I was just upset, seeing him perched on his high horse, being condescending and demeaning to me. My choices? When he did the same thing?But what did I expect from someone so deep into the closet that he could sniff the devil's asshole. He was a hypocrite. I tried to understand the fact that he had this image to protect, a reputation as well, but that didn't give him the right to pretend.I was getting tired of his bullshit, it felt like we were trapped in a perpetual cycle of fucking and after the post nut clarity, we would pretend like we didn't exists or our testosterones didn't burn for eachother.Then Ruby.I sighed as I trod toward my office, she was…different, changing. A few years ago, the sister I knew and lo
Oliver.“You do not want me to walk you inside?” Sebastian struggled having a difficult time letting me out of his car. I had been discharged a few hours ago and he towered over me like a mother hawk over her kids.“I'm fine, Seb, it's just a little bruise on my face,” I tried to assuage the worry that was etched into his conduct.“This is not a little bruise, Oli,” he warned, his voice dropping a decibel. I sighed, I knew it wasn't but I couldn't stay couped up in that hospital staring at the beige walls and marinating with the smell of antiseptic and bleach.“I'm sorry,” I apologised.“Why say sorry?” He scrunched his brows, confusion riddled in his expression.“I shouldn't trivalize it, you've been with me since it happened and I should acknowledge that,” I stared at him, the confusion still swirling in his bulbs.“I do not understand big words, Oli,” Sebastian chuckled and stretched his hand to hold mine firmly in his. I laughed, it was like talking to a child, a beautiful child.
Benjamin.There was a gentle tap on my office door distorting the concentration I had built for a while staring at the prints. I scowled, assuming it was the manager announcing her presence.“Come in,” I grumbled. The door slid smoothly.“Good morning, sir,” the husky voice of the old man filled the room. I snapped in his direction, surprised that he was back from his break.“Welcome, how is the family?” I asked, he gave a stiff smile and nodded.“Alright, you may leave,” I excused him and he closed the door firmly.Another gentle tap and I sighed, “did you forget something?” I flipped through my documents, unbothered to look up. A soft cough came from the doorway and I looked up.My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, my breath hitching in my lungs when I saw Oliver by the door. His face was a disgruntled shade of purple and blues.An ugly yellow stained the sides of the bruises circumferencing the deeper shades of purple. His lips was split, bulging out, but reddened with dried
OliverWas this the afterlife? I never pegged the after life to smell like antiseptics with the irritating beeping noise.It was dark, I always imagined it would be bright for some reason, I mean, whiteness meant tranquility right? I had no sense of direction, everywhere looking and feeling the same. “Hello?” I called out to the deep and the vacuum swallowed my voice. The beep spiked, the intensity aggravating.What the hell is that? In the midst dark eerie darkness, I felt this loneliness cradle my chest, engulfing my body wholly. Was this how it was going to be? Was I going to spend the remaining parts of my life here?Was I even still alive? The last thing I remembered was Jamie and his cohorts attacking me before Sebastian swooped in and…Fuck, there was a gunshot somewhere, who had been shot? Was Sebastian okay? I didn't trust Jamie and his airhead friends, and…Ruby. Sadness ravaged my entire frame. She had stood by, watched as everything unfolded.I knew I didn't like Jamie for
Benjamin.What would Oliver and Sebastian be doing now? Would they be at the restaurant? Or maybe they must have skipped to his house? Maybe he was a panting, breathless mess, his mouth gasping for breath, his face, flushed with desire.The pages of the point in front of me became blurry, the letters masking into repetitive letters of O’s, L’s and I’s. He had enraptured my mind, sinking his claws into the very essence of my life.I sighed, disappointed at the fact that I hadn't gotten any work done before closing the pages of the document. It was already late, some minutes past eight pm and I needed to get up early for a conference meeting the following day.I flung my suit over my arm, closing the door firmly behind me. In the hallway, the feeling of Oliver's presence lingered, it was almost as if I could touch him in his absence.He had been so happy, a smile stretching across his face: he was cute when he smiled, but I wanted that smile to be from something I did for him or to him.
Oliver.“How do I look?” I walked out of my room, stretching my hands wide and giving a gentle spin so my mom could keep up.She squealed, clapping her hands furiously, “you look beautiful! Sebastian will fall for you,” she placed her hands over her mouth, her eyes sparkling in awe.“You think?” I fingered the hem of my white shirt, a bit insecure about the entire outfit. It was definitely not what Sebastian would consider as okay, but it was the best that I had. I had been saving it for something special, for that one “thing” that would make me pull it from underneath the drawer where it had been iron-pressed and padded with a clean film.“I know, my baby,” she gasped in delight before gliding toward me and wrapping me in a firm hug. Tilting me from side to side as she squealed like a cheerleader.“Sorry, sorry,” she peeled herself off me, dusting my attire, “I don't want to get this all rumpled or stained before the big night,” she smiled again.I exhaled, “wish me luck,” I stated b
Oliver.My stomach tightened into knots, a feeling different from when I felt Benjamin deep inside me. My eyes froze, stuck on the figure of Sebastian by the door. His eyes were wide, the shock evidenced by his gaping mouth.Benjamin stilled, his dick slowly growing limp inside me. Sebastian’s eyes frolicked our frames, ensuring he caught everything. I quickly pushed Benjamin off me, my treacherous dick still hard, wagging with each step I threatened to take.I waddled, soft pain shooting up my spine as I moved toward Sebastian. My hands were jutted out, stalking toward him like he was an animal backed into a corner and I didn't want him to attack. The rain intensified, swallowing the sounds of my shuddering breath and slamming heart.I heard a shuffle behind me and I knew Benjamin was scampering to put his clothes on. My eyes prickled with tears as they pooled to the sides.“Seb…” I called cautiously, his eyes flickered toward mine again. I couldn't read the emotions in his eyes no m
OliverHe expertly fingered the buckle of my belt while his lips continued to attack my neck. I groaned, my head a mush of feelings. I wanted to push him away, fuck that, I needed to push him away. I hated this mindless control he had over my body, how my body willingly submitted to him to do what he wanted.“Ben, stop,” I moaned even though the words were becoming placid in my head. I didn’t want him to, I just wanted to know that I at least tried to do so. His fingers drummed the waist band of my underwear, rubbing the skin just above it.My stomach tightened as the feeling rocked my nerves, causing my dick to throb harder. He placed kisses along my jaw, hovering over my lips before kissing my nose. His eyes burned with lust and I was sure my eyes were not any different. My chest rose and fell, complementing his hot breath that fanned my entire face.“Do you really want me to stop?” He asked, his voice was laced with concerned. He pressed his lower half on me, his swollen cock align
Oliver.It was a few minutes past five pm when I finished with the last file for the day. I had about forty minutes before my date with Sebastian and my stomach felt like it was wrung into knots.The sun still shone brightly, not hinting at the stormy night the forecast was giving. I pulled my coat from the hanger and left my office. The witch was packing up as well. Her eyes landed on me and she scowled, before snorting and ripping her jacket from her chair and moving toward Benjamin's office.Oh, he was still around? Was he working late again today? He didn't even need to work late, he was the boss, he could simply stay in and there would be no Draconian bitch hovering over him, snarling fireballs at him.The door closed with a dull thud as she emerged again and walked out of the room, flinging her back over her shoulder and peeling out of the office. Should I tell him I was leaving? Was it customary? Every other time I had tried to do that I was simply met with hostilities.I sighe