Breaking the Barriers • BrightWin

Nineteen

Make Love

Bright had been fiddling in his seat for at least four hours straight. He could hardly ever remember being so nervous in his life. He had been fondly checking the black classic velvet box in his desk's drawer every two minutes as he leaned his back comfortably to his swivel chair.

Still distracted, he opened his drawer again, and reached back, feeling for the box. He smiled to himself as he called his secretary from the intercom.

"What do you think of this, Lyzette?" he instinctively and excitedly asked as he proudly showed her the velvet box.

Lyzette, his secretary, choked as she was unable to hide her absolute shock. She was blinking repeatedly, a bit bewildered at the way he asked her, informally. She still wasn't used to her boss talking to them casually as he barely gave them a word that wasn't related to work before.

"Uh..." She started. "Yes, sir."

The sudden tension in her voice alerted Bright to come back to his consciousness. Slightly embarrassed, he drew back momentarily before swallowing thickly then cleared his throat. He then shifted in his seat, trying to hide the tiny box in her view.

"May I have a favor to ask you?" His voice morphed into a firm and formal tone.

"Sure, sir. What is it?" She awkwardly asked.

"Order a chocolate moist cake for me," he simply said. His secretary then nodded, processing the words.

"Also, cancel all my meetings today. I'll take an early leave," he added. Once his secretary was out of sight, he cracked a smile as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He then dialled Win's number.

"H-hello...?" The voice from the other line stammered; it came off as hoarse and weak as well causing Bright to immediately look down at the phone in his hand in confusion.

"Win? Are you okay?" His excitement was quickly replaced with worry. He checked the phone repeatedly if he mistakenly dialled a wrong number, but it was Win's.

He heard a deep shaky breath on the other line and a word came out. "Bright?" It was now calm and lively, too different from the way it sounded earlier.

Bright slightly frowned at the mention of his first name.

"Win, is that you?" He firmly asked.

"Yeah, why?" Win answered, his voice was laced with concern and confusion.

"Ah, nothing." Bright paused for a moment, debating himself if he would say it on the phone. In the end, he breathed out and said, "Can we go somewhere tonight?"

"Okay? Where exactly?" The man on the other line quickly replied.

Bright raised an eyebrow. "Someone's eager." A wicked grin spread across his face when he heard him scoffed.

"Tss." Silence and tension fell between them again. "Can you...pick me up... now?"

Win was halfway between being asleep and awake as he waited for Bright to arrive at the nearby restaurant. He felt lightheaded as exhaustion took hold in him. He shifted slightly from his seat, arms crossing against his chest.

The briefest hint of a smile flickered across his face when he saw a familiar sleek black car approaching.

"Hi," Bright greeted the moment Win stepped foot on his car. He was beaming madly and he looked at him with eagerness and fervor shining through his eyes. He fought hard not to shove his lips to the other.