Boss (boyxboy)

Chapter Two

After Oliver gave me my next shot, he sent me out to work. I was probably on the opposite side of town. It was really late, probably  2:00 or 3:00 am, I lost track. After leaving a clients house I got lost, I tried calling a taxi, but the street was completely deserted. I leaned against a brick building and slid to the ground. I closed my eyes, as I felt a raindrop hit my nose.  Then it started pouring. I smiled and welcomed it. I was so warm. I was engulfed in warmth. I ran a hand over my cheek and felt the warm coating it. Oh how I was so warm, I pulled my knees to my chest. I didn’t want this warmth to leave me. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, licking up the warm rain water that had fallen on me. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I drifted off into sleep.

Andrew’s Point of View

“Don’t worry, Micheal, I’m fine. Yes. I’ll just a block away from my apartment.” I reassured my assistant. After calming Micheal down, I hung up. I couldn’t wait to get out of this pouring rain. I was walking when I glanced down a curled over figure at the edge of an alley. I furrowed my eyebrows, my neighborhood didn’t many bums. I hesitantly walked over to them. I pushed him slightly with the point of my Louis Vuitton shoe. He didn’t move. Oh god, is he dead? I crouched down and pushed him over gently, exposing his face. I was surprised when I saw his face. He looked so gorgeous but so sick. I ran my hand over his pale complexion. He was freezing, his lips were turning blue and you could see the veins under his pale flesh. I sighed, I couldn’t let this kid suffer from hypothermia. I scooped him up and carried him to my apartment.

James’s Point of View

                When I woke up, I wasn’t in the alley. I was in a huge bed, which smelled of cologne but not of sex and sweat. I sat up confused, covering myself with the thick warm comforter. I looked around at the big clean room. The sheets next to me were cold, proving someone hadn’t slept in here. This is strange.

My thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

“Oh good you’re awake.” A male voice said. My head whipped around and swallowed when I saw a man standing in the doorway in a pair of blue jeans hanging on his hips. His chest was exposed, letting me see his nice tanned chest.  I looked up at his face, and my breath caught in my throat. He had a handsome jaw line, beautiful chocolate brown eyes, well defined cheekbones, a perfect nose, and thick gorgeous eyebrows. His luscious brown hair made me want to run my hands through it and tug on it.

Wait, who was this man?

“Who are you? “  I asked, my voice so raw and unnatural. I put a hand to my throat and swallowed. He smiled.

“I’m Andrew Collins, Head CEO of Collins Inc.” He said. My eyes widened and I looked up at him. He only looked to be in his early 20s. I bit my chapped my lips,

“Where am I?” I asked.  He sighed.

“You were in an alleyway and you were suffering from hypothermia. I couldn’t let you die out there, so I took you back to my apartment.” He said. I huffed.

“Why save me? You’re head of a CEO, why do you want to save a bum from the street? Publicity?”  I accused. He shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Just because I’m head of a CEO doesn’t mean I’m heartless. Now my turn for questions, who are you?” He asked. I swallowed and looked at the warm vanilla carpet.

“My name is James.” I said. He raised an eyebrow,

“No surname?” He asked. I glared at him, he raised his hands in surrender.

“How old are you James?” He asked again. I scowled at him.

“18.” He scoffed.

“You hardly look 15, what’s your real age James?” He said. I swallowed, wincing at my scratchy throat.

“17, 18 in 4 weeks.” I said.  He sighed.

“Where are your parents?” He asked. I glared at him and twisted the comforter between my hands.

“Dead.” I lied. But that’s okay, because he bought it.

He gestured to a door adjoining the room. “Feel free to bathe, you smell like piss from the alley.” I glared at him and got up and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

I stared at myself in the full body mirror. I sighed, this was becoming a habit. I took in my complexion once again. Dirtier blond hair, ashen face, dead blue eyes, chapped lips, fading bruises and hickies littered everywhere.  I don’t understand why anyone ever wants to spend money on me. I opened the walk in shower and turned it on, letting the water turn scalding hot. I stepped inside and shut the door, let the water burn me skin, turning my flesh pink. I washed my hair and body, and then I realized how pitiful I am. I’ve always known I’m pitiful, but I’m just realizing really how pitiful I actually am. I slid to the floor and brought my knees to my chest, resting my chin on the tops of my knees. I’m not even an adult yet and I’ve already been selling my body to strange men. I felt water leak from my eyes. I blinked, I haven’t cried since he left me. I buried my head in my knees and cried. I should have stayed home, I shouldn’t have listen to the sweet nothings in my ear. He promised me a prosperous lifestyle in New York City. I shouldn’t have ignored him, I should have left him. But here I am, he left me with all this shit. I cried until the water ran cold. Then I heard a knock past the roar of the shower.

“Kid,  you done yet?” He said. I sniffled and shut off the shower quickly. I slid the door open and peered through it.  He wasn’t in here. But there was a towel and a fresh pair of clothes on the counter.  I carefully got out of the shower and walked over to the counter.  I dried off and dressed. I looked in the mirror, relieved that my eyes are dried and no longer red. The clothes he gave me hung off my frame. I sighed and hung the towel around my shoulders.

                I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom when I smelled food. I sniffed a couple times before finding my way to the kitchen.  I stood in the doorway for a few minutes until Andrew noticed my presence.  He looked over and smiled.

“I’m sorry my clothes are a little big on you.” He apologized, I shook my head, sliding into the island chair. He smiled and turned the heat down on the stove and put something on a plate. It smelled really yummy. He slide the plate in front of me. There was two pancakes on it, along with scrambled eggs and three strips of bacon. I inhaled and exhaled, it smelled so delicious, what if he drugged it? I narrowed my eyes in accusation at Andrew. He seemed to read my mind.

“I didn’t drug it, I don’t want to rape your HIV infested body.” He said coldly. I swallowed and looked at him hard.

“Just because I sell my body doesn’t mean I don’t use protection.” I retorted.  He shrugged.

“Condoms can break, you know.” I glared.

“I don’t have HIV!” I yelled, frustrated. Why did I even care if he thought I had HIV? It’s not like I wanted him to make love to me. I hmped and dug into my breakfast.

…

Saying that that breakfast was a good, would be an understatement.  I leaned back in my chair and sighed in delight. Andrew had watched me eat the whole entire time.

“That’s creepy, you know. “ I said, glancing over at him. He shrugged and took something out of a drawer. He came over and handed it to me.

“If you ever need help, I work here, and you’ll found out where I live when you leave.” He said. I blinked and took it gingerly between my fingers.

“Uh thank you…” I said, breathlessly.

“But only for emergencies!” He clarified loudly. I jumped and nodded.

“Of course." 

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Now, who do you think should play Oliver, James, and Andrew? I need some opinions