Mr.Graceffa doesn't do romance.

Chapter 10: Changing me?

{Joeys Pov}

{A/N: Would you guys actually want to see a smut chapter? I keep avoiding them and skipping over it lol}

Why am I mad at the fact that he is tightening his tie alone and leaving- limping- out the door? Why does it frustrate me that he's not mine completely?

I have never in all my years craved a person, maybe even a relationship, so deeply.

God, I wish I could just carve my initials and promises in his skin and stitch the way he moans my name through his soul.

I want to just grasp something over him, that I could never touch. And I want it badly.

I pull my chair so close to my desk that my hips are slammed against the wood above them, resisting myself from just...just...

Choking the love out of him.

Shane: I'm positive I'll see you soon, Mr.Graceffa.

As his hand reached for the handle of the door, I spoke loudly-

Joey: Will I find you in my bed when I get home?

Shane smirked and looked back at me.

Shane: Maybe you will.

As he walked out, slowly closing the door, he added-

Shane: But maybe you won't.

He closed the door and I snapped my pencil in half.

I wasn't made to take orders, I have orders.

I should've been more assertive.

Maybe he's changing me.

I ran my fingers through my messy hair and straightened out my suit.

Joey: Fucking ridiculous.

I mumbled to myself, and answered the work phone I had that was ringing.

Report to Meeting room 301. Report to meeting room 301.

It repeated itself until I hung up. Ugh. Now I have to run a big business meeting about expanding and highering profits easily and new enployments and interns.

I made sure I looked decent enough, and combed my hair out.

Assistants escorted me to the meeting room that I was definitely familiar with, growing up in this very building all my life, but maybe it was more for an intimidation thing.

Assistant #1: Contracts and Profits. Twelve other people, including the
newer ones like Mr. Dawson.

Was he going to be there? He makes my heart beat out my chest and fire blow through my nose like a deranged bull. But i just replied to her with a slight nod of the head.

{Shane's Pov}

When he entered the room, everybody's attention shot to him. He was always the star of the show or the main character.

And no one could peel their eyes off him.

He gives us a stunning smile as he started to ramble pointlessly, because I'm not listening to that. I'm listening to my own thoughts on his beautiful of a man he is and how I want to grab him and kiss him.

Dave: I suggest Shane for the project.

I looked up, unsure of everything that was going on.

High school all over again.

Joey: I suggest maybe not, you mumbling idiot.

Joey shot back, hitting his screen pointer loudly against the table.