Inside A Heated Car

"What the hell are you doing?" Jason shouted. Why would another man try to take off his pants? Jason panicked.

He quickly made to stop him but Marcus easily grabbed Jason's wrist and with the use of his neck tie, bound both of Jason's hands to his back easily.

"You really are too fussy. Stay still!" Marcus scolded him. Marcus was much stronger. He restrained Jason easily withing minutes, ignoring his struggle.

"Are you crazy?" Jason asked.

"Careful. You are going to wound yourself some more," Marcus said, using his legs to pin Jason's legs down, before grabbing both legs and pulling Jason down on the back seat till he was almost lying flat.

"What are you trying to do you pervert?" Jason shouted, but they were the only ones left in the car.

Marcus pulled away Jason's pants to have a better view under the deem car lights before digging into his pants.

Jason suddenly felt a man touching him where no man had ever before. But the touch was painful.

Hearing him groan, Marcus looked up at him with a heated gaze.

"And you said you were not injured," he commented, before taking out a nylon bag and pulling out a tube ointment.

He slathered the ointment on his arm before rubbing it on the base of Jason's shaft. The ointment was cooling.

"You are crazy, you know that right?" Jason asked.

"No, you are crazy for lying about it this long," Marcus answered.

"Who puts ointment on another man?" Jason asked

"Should I have let you home like that?" Marcus asked, running his hand up the shaft a few times.

"I don't swing that way!" Jason protested.

"You sure?" Marcus asked as Jason felt him self go hard in Marcus' hands.

"Let go of me!" Jason begun to thrash in anger.

Marcus let go of him and helped zip his pants and buckle his belt.

"It's alright. I don't swing that way either," he said, his voice full of mirth. He proceeded to untie Jason and knock on the window.

The driver returned to the car at the sound of the knock and they drove off. They drove in silence till the car stopped at Jason's apartment.

Seeing that he had returned back home, Jason released a breath he did not realize he had been holding.

"We are done after this, right?" He asked looking at Marcus in confirmation.

Marcus shoved the bag of medication into Jason's hands.

"Go in and have a rest. Remember to use the ointment," Marcus said brushing off his question. This desettled Jason, but he decided to leave now before this dangerous man changed his mind.

Marcus watched Jason leave silently. It was almost sunrise at this point.

"Should I have him followed afterwards?" The driver asked.

"Henry Steele's son is finally in my hands and he doesn't remember me. I wonder how Mr Steele would feel if he knew," Marcus commented.

"The bank has not revealed who gave authorization for you to access the safe. People will start to think it is Henry Steele," the driver said.

"Good," Marcus said as the car drove off.

When Jason arrived home, he locked the door behind him and let out a sigh of relief before falling to the ground.

He was not sure how long he sat there, but he did not move till sunlight peeked through the window blinds, and slowly begun flushing the house with a warm glow.

It was morning. Jason could not believe the mess his father had put his through. He felt the urge to scream. From Marcus' reaction, it was sure he would be calling on him again.

Jason's alarm clock sounded in the living room reminding him that he had to go in for work. For a second he wanted to call in sick. Marcus had paid him anyway, so he was not scrapped for cash.

But when he recalled what that money could mean, he got up and dressed for work. If he could help it, it was best to never touch that money.

Jason got ready for work like a zombie. His mind remained far away in thought. He locked the door behind him and took a taxi to work.

It was only when he had stepped into his office building did he regain his senses. No matter what, he had fought hard to get hired to join this company's Legal team. He had only been here a week.

Standing in the elevator, he was determined to keep his life separated for what ever nonsense happened last night.

"You look like a mess. Rough night?" Someone asked as Jason stepped into the floor of the legal department.

He looked up to find his colleague, Matt and nodded with a stiff smile.

"You would not believe," Jason answered.

"We'll get your coffee. Lost of company information got released yesterday. They say the hacker took them from a deposit box in Greystone bank. We are meeting with the CEO in five," Matt said and Jason went pale.

Greystone bank? Wasn't that the bank he visited with Marcus last night?

Jason rubbed his sweaty palm on his pants and slipped into the break room to gets cup of coffee.

The legal department was scrambling and watching them on my made his hands shake. He took in a deep breath and walked into the meeting.

Seven lawyers including himself sat with the public relations department arguing.

"What did the bank say?" The Head of PR asked the legal team.

"They say the files were not stolen," Steven, from the legal team replied.

"How is that possible. News reports say there were gunshots near the bank early hours of the morning and they claim the files were not stolen?" Someone from public relations said.

"If nothing was stolen, why are confidential files now published online?" A frustrated head of PR said, "the CEO and chairman of board is coming and we still have no answer or response to the bank or press?"

"The bank is not entertaining any calls from us. We have hit a legal wall. Unless we find a loophole with the agency investigating this to force the bank to talk to us," Matt said.

"We can fight this, but it will take time. What we don't have is time. Mr Steele, you seem awfully quiet. You are a pro at corporate loopholes. How do we get them to open their books today?" The head of Legal, Mr Parker looked to Jason and he lowered his coffee to hide his shaking hands.

"Not really. If they insist the document was not stolen, then they gave it away. And that is not illegal," Jason said.

"What does that mean?" The Head of HR asked.

"When I worked at the prosecutor's office, that bank came up a lot. And I have come to understand they have a lot of loopholes towards what is in that bank and how has access to it. None of which is illegal. Going after the bank is impossible," Jason said.

"What are you trying to say, Jason?" Mr Parker asked.

"I am saying. If something was taken, the CEO, his family or whoever owned the safe know either who took it, or who has authority to give it away," Jason said.

"That is quite a take," a familiar voice said as a group of people walked into the room, forcing everyone to get up.

At the sight of the man walking in, Jason froze.

"Shit, the CEO came just as you said it," Matt muttered as a pale faced Jason watched Marcus Night take his seat at the head of the conference table.