Unexpected Headlines

Tyler's POV

"Heir to the Makell Empire Allegedly got married to a man in Vegas"

Below the headline was a picture of me wearing a mask and Quin standing opposite me putting a ring on my damn finger.

Wait, why was I even panicking? It's not like anyone would recognise me. The picture was kinda blurry and besides I took the wedding certificate with me because it had my real name on it.

Everything was basically against my happiness right now.

After about three hours the door bell rang and Cassie walked in holding bottles of beer and a pizza box.

God, I love her and how she knows exactly what I want. . Except she wasn't the only one.

"Hello bitches." Kira's voice came in.

Then there was Aron and Judy.

"Is there a party I wasn't aware of?" I said looking at all my friends as they made themselves comfortable in my cramped up apartment.

"We heard you're married, so we came to celebrate with our only married friend who didn't invite us to his wedding." Judy said in a calm but sarcastic kind of way.

I looked at Cassie who was pretending to look at something on her phone. Her eyes met mine.

"Oh come on." She grumbled.

"I had to share with the guys."

"And you couldn't tell me about it first?" I raised a brow.

Oh come on darling. I know you wouldn't mind. And see." She waved her hand around " you don't."

" Oh fuck you Cass." I moved to sit on the single grandpa couch.

"Fortunately we don't work for the same team. So, go fuck yourself or rather your husband." She giggled at the last statement she made.

We talked until late at night when everyone decided to take their leave.

I rolled like a hundred times without being able to sleep. I couldn't get Quin out of my head. I hated him for messing with me. I hated him even more for being so good in bed.

Just the thought of him and I was hard. Well my hand could go a long way. I stood up, got naked and lay back down on the bed. No need for lube. I just want to get this over with so I can sleep.

I spat on my palm and started stroking myself with my eyes closed. I began to recall how Quin stretched me open with his thick length, The heat wheezing from him and him thrusting in and out of me, fucking me with no form of mercy.

"Fuck! "

I stroke faster, not once slowing down. The sound of our skin slapping filled my ear. I bit down in my lower lips as spurts of cum coated my chest. After giving myself a few minutes to catch my breath I picked up my shirt, cleaned myself up with it and tossed it back to the ground. Not long after I fell asleep like I wasn't begging for sleep earlier.

Monday came faster than I wanted it to. At least my mother hasn't been bugging me with calls since her release, which was something.

I got to the office on time using the subway. I couldn't afford to go broke before my job started. And I was saving up to clear my mother's debt of almost 15million dollars. And then there is the allowance I give her, which I've cut down to discourage the gambling habit.

I felt a pang of shame remembering how I'd cum with the image of my new boss a few days back. I pushed the thought away quickly

"This is Mr Quin's schedule for the week" Clair said handing me a n ash coloured tab. And then a cup of coffee. "Always remember his coffee." She leaned in a little then whispered "He can't seem to function without it." She smiled

" Ok. Thank you" she winked in response and left me standing in front of the huge door.

I think my heart beat spiked up. I inhaled then exhaled. And entered the office.

His chair faces backwards making him face the glass window that reveals the beauty of the city.

"Good morning Mr Mackenzie. Here's your coffee."

He spinned around to face me. Gracing me with his very obviously breathtaking face.

"Stop it!. I scolded myself mentally.

I can't risk getting hard in front of him. I'm just reacting to him like this because of our previous encounter. He probably has a girlfriend or...a boyfriend.

He picked up the coffee without a thank you.

Arrogant much.

He took a sip from the coffee and lifted his pair of piercing sea blue eyes to look at me.

God I hate him.

"What's for today?" He asked and went back to sipping his coffee and going through his phone.

I quickly began to go through all his fixed activities for the day.

"You have a meeting with the editorial team by 9am which is in 20 minutes. Also, you have a contract signing with the Blackwoods by 10am immediately after the editorial meeting." I kept reading .

I looked up briefly to see that he looked uninterested but I continued anyway to the very last thing on his schedule.

"Finally you have dinner with your parents by 7pm ."

He was focused on his phone the whole time. I wanted to smash his head into the table until he bled to death. I hate him Soo much.

The day went by slowly from meeting to meeting. Does he ever take a break ? I was exhausted.

When it was time for him to have dinner with his father, he asked me to leave for the night.

When I got home, I showered and got ready for bed.

I heard the message notification sound from my phone. But not the phone I was expecting. I opened my bed side drawer and unlocked the phone.

It was the phone I used only when I needed to get laid, I must have forgotten to turn it off.

The message read

"Dear husband, you think you can run from me? I'll find you."

Oh shit!