Delude Your Darlings (ManxMan)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Lucien Devereux's POV:

It has been a week now since I have been working at Vivid Banking. And I could not believe that my boss already knew about my scandalous side job that I have.

Gosh, I have an eerie feeling that he might find out more of my secrets. But everyone has secrets. Don't they? A wealthy businessman like him is-riddled with secrets in every crack, corner, and crevice of his body and soul.

I was swamped with work and attempting to close business agreements. But I shortly got interrupted by a handsome gentleman who approached me.

He had brunette hair that resembled milk-chocolate, a lovely olive-colored complexion, a defined face, but not as nice as Mr. Maximiliens's, and simple apparel.

"Hey, there. You are the new replacement, right?" The strange bloke asked me. I am assuming that this is one of my co-workers or something.

"Hi. Yes, I am. But for your information, my name is Lucien, not the new replacement." I snidely corrected him while rolling my eyes, silently wishing to get back to my work already.

"Sorry, Lucien. Well, my name is Oliver. I have to say you have some pretty big shoes to fill." He replied, gazing at my body up and down with lust and desire evident in his amber-colored eyes.

I could tell he was checking out my body. Who would not? I know that I am one alluring bloke. Also, I believe I even caught Mr. Maximilien checking me out when I was dancing.

"Yes, I know that," I mumbled, uninterested in this odd conversation with this lad.

He leaned close by my ear and began to speak. I could smell a yummy coconut fragrance on him as he leaned in.

"Everyone said that Carter and Sebastian were just colleagues. But if you ask me, I believe that they were more than just pals. I heard them moaning and groaning in the lavatory together on more than just one occasion." He whispered.

My mouth hung agape, and my eyes widened to the size of those white coasters on Mr. Maximilien's office desk. Oliver was AIRING their dirty laundry out into the open. I opened my mental notepad. Note to self: remind me not ever to trust him with anything.

"Do you have a picture of this lad named Carter?" I inquired, eager to know with who Mr. Maximilien was having sexual relations. It was not that I cared or anything like that. I just wanted to see who my competition is or was.

"As a matter of fact, yes. I think I do have a group picture of all of the associates together." Oliver replied, retrieving his phone out of his tight trousers pocket.

In the photograph, Mr. Maximilien had his arm draped dangerously downward around a pretty Carmel-skinned bloke's waist. Woah, Carter was an attractive lad. But I know that I am hotter than him.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Sebastian sneak a glimpse at me. There was an indiscernible twinkle in his cold chartreuse-colored orbs.

Shoot, what if he overheard our conversation? What if he is going to discharge me for chatting about him? Wait, no, this is not the 1700s. But then again, I do not know how affluent men would react to someone whispering about their private lives. Agh! Quit overthinking everything, Lucien!

Oliver broke me out of my anxious trance with his soft touch. "You know, Lucien, we should get to know each other a little better," Oliver murmured. He graced his fingertips over my shoulder, making intricate patterns and whatnot.