Drunken Mistake

Tyler's POV

I prefer dream Quin to real Quin. Real Quin hated me and was most definitely straight.

He kept fucking and hitting my prostrate, earning more screams from me. At some point he pulled the pillow from under me , flipped me over and held my ass to the air. I was soo close to the edge. I stretched my hand to my dick and began to stroke it in time with his thrust.

He slapped my hand away and began to stroke my dick himself.

"Ahhh... Mmm..."

He stroked me in time with his hard thrust, fucking and stroking , squeezing my tip. The only sound that filled the room was the sound of my constant moaning, his grunts and low growl, with the sound of skin against skin.

I couldn't hold it in any more. It was too much.

"I'm…I'm gonna come. Ahhhhhhh..."

I cried out. An ear piercing scream escaped my mouth. Ropes of cum spurts coated the sheets . It was the hardest and longest I've ever released. Quin didn't stop stroking my dick. He only did when his movements became ragged and I knew he was about to come too.

"Fu...CK"

He jerked and came with a low growl. When he was done , he pulled out of me immediately. I felt empty instantly. After catching his breath , he rolled off me , moved the cum stained sheet away . He lifted the blanket from under us totally and covered our naked bodies. He drew me in, held me like we've done the same thing a million times.

I relaxed into his touch. This has got to be the best dream ever, I would wake up in the morning and continue to hate the real Quin McKenzie. I thought to myself as the darkness enveloped me.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, which sounded frustratingly loud. I must have forgotten to turn it off. I didn't need an alarm while I was on vacation. I remember the dream I had. Christ, it was the absolute best fuck of my life.

I tried to open my eyes, the sudden brightness made me shut it back. My head throbbed. But it wasn't the only pain I felt. My alarm went off again. I groaned and tried to move. "Fuck." I muttered

My ass felt sore. Ok. What the actual...

"Ouch!"

Something or rather , someone pushed me off the bed and I landed on my already sore ass. My eyes snapped open immediately. Someone else was on my bed and was still sleeping like I wasn't thrown out of the bed.

I crawled to where my phone was. I stopped the alarm and put on my clothes. I walked towards the other side of the bed and lifted the sheets a bit only to stare back at my worst nightmare. Quin was in my bed. Everything about it was wrong, very, very wrong. I looked around and it wasn't even my room.

Something on the table caught my attention. A paper. I moved closer to the side table to read what was on it , to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

"You've got to be kidding me." I muttered

Shock, anger and fear all in one. They were all trying to force themselves out.

A wedding certificate with both our names on it . I looked at my finger nails.

"Oh God!" My voice came out louder.

The gold wedding band looks expensive as hell. Without thinking, I removed the ring and slipped it into my pocket. I moved quietly. Thank goodness I haven't unpacked my suitcase. I folded the paper, put it into my pocket and snuck out of the hotel room and headed for mine.

The mask, I completely forgot about it. It must have come off at some point during the night. Not like I needed it. I moved to my room.

After getting my things, I checked out of the hotel. I searched for a motel instead and dialed Cassie's number. She picked up immediately. Reasons why she's my emergency contact.

"Hey babes, What's up?" Her voice gave me a sense of peace immediately but it vanished as soon as it came.

The ride I ordered arrived and I got in while talking to her.

"I fucked up." I said to her

"You always do honey. Tell me something new."

"I'm dead serious Cass."

"Fine. What is it? Did you kill someone?" She sounded a little concerned.

"No , but I wish I did. I got married."

"Say what now?" Surprise laces in her voice.

" I said I got fucking married, and I just ran away from my husband." I repeated more clearly for her to understand the situation.

Cassie and I grew up together. Our parents were friends who hoped their children would grow up getting married before everything went to shit. Fortunately we ended up wanting to get married to our fellow genders. We grew to love each other and respect our different tastes in general. I used to hide at her place whenever my mom came home with a new man who wanted to see her son.

"Oh my God. You're serious. Who is he?" She sounded excited for some reasons I couldn't figure out.

"It's Quin fucking Mackenzie."

The thought of even being close to him right now annoys the hell out of me. Everything annoyed the hell out of me.

"OMG. You got married to THE QUIN ? I told you he likes you but he's too into the closet to come out." She said

I got to the motel in no time. My phone was still in my ear as Cassie went on and on about how she felt Quin was in the closet .

I booked a room and got in.

"Cass, this isn't why I called, I need a solution." I finally interrupted her.

"Oh yes, yes. Since he doesn't know it's you and he doesn't know the man he got married to, let it remain like that." She said

"You're saying I should pretend?". I asked her.

"Yes, dummy. Look I gotta go, let's talk later."

She ended the call without me saying anything.

I sat on the bed of the motel and opened my laptop. I had new mail.

"Please be what I am thinking" I pleaded with the mail.

I clicked on the mail and the first thing I saw excited me.

"Congratulations."

Which meant I got the job . I read through the mail and it wasn't even the role I applied for. I applied for the role of a content writer and got the job of a personal assistant to the CEO. That's crazy.

My happiness got cut short by a message on my phone. I stared back at the phone.

~mom~ three million dollars have been added to the debt you need to clear. Don't be a waste of space and make yourself useful to your mother.

I didn't know if I should cry or not. A mother who takes pleasure in retreating her son like trash. I swallowed hard, my throat dried. She always gets to me . I pushed the thought of my mother back to wherever it was coming from. My life was already fucked.

I booked a flight early in the morning back to New York city. My interview was by 12 pm on Monday, and I needed to get there early. It was an interruption to my mini vacation but I didn't mind.

I've missed the air in New York, it was Monday already. I freshened up and headed for Macell Holdings.

It was an hour's drive there from my cramped up apartment , but it felt like ten hours.

" Hi, good day. I'm here for an interview" I said to the blond haired lady at the reception.

"Ok. Take this." She gave me a tag "It's the eleventh floor. You'll meet the secretary when you get there."

"Thank you" I muttered loud enough for her to hear.

When I got to the eleventh floor the elevator door dinged open. There was a pretty brunette sitting behind a large desk. I spotted the name on the desk. Clair.

"Hi" I said a little nervous now that I was actually at the interview.

"Hello. You're Tyler Davis?"

" Yes, that is me." I replied faster than I wanted to.

"Give me a sec." She picked up the landline. Sir the new candidate has arrived." She paused for a while, probably listening to her boss. "Ok sir."

She turned to me," you can go in now."

"Ok, thank you."

I opened the huge door carefully and stepped inside.

Damn!

The office was really really huge. It has a lot of trophies too.

Then I heard someone clearing their throat.

"It seems you're more interested in the artwork in my office than the job."

My attention snapped towards the area it came from.

"I'm..." I couldn't finish what I was about to say.

Recognition dawned on me and I muttered to myself.

"Oh Fuck me"