The Boss (boyxman)

Chapter 11

To say it's not concerning for Nathan is a lie. Ever since that day at Nadeen Valentino's house, something already changes. And for him, he feels like something bad will happen. Whether it will happen soon, or it's already happened.

It's been almost two weeks now. And they're barely meet. Whether Nadeem is too busy for work, or he's too tired. And he knows that mostly a lie. Natalie always complaining about how her boss is not in a good mood. He knows there's a reason for it.

Whenever he asked the man about it, the answer would always be nothing. Sometimes he wants to just punch the man to make him spill the tea. But he's afraid that he damaged something more than it already is.

Nathan knows they're not boyfriends. They don't have any solid relationship. But he couldn't help but feel hurt about it. He doesn't sure what's the real reason for it.

"Nathan?"

He glances at his sister.

"Where are you going?" Natalie standing on her door frame. "Having fun with Brandon again?"

"Kinda." He shrugs. Not in the mood to explain further. He keeps on tying his shoelaces.

"Are you coming home tonight?" His sister asked. She seems to know what's going to happen tonight.

Nathan stamps his feet as he thinks. He's not sure if he will stay for the night or not. The only thing Nadeem said in the text was just for him to come over. But he couldn't expect what will happen. And that makes him afraid.

"I'm not sure yet."

Natalie raises her brow. "If you coming home please don't drink too much. I don't want my beauty sleep to be disturbed by your drunken state."

Nathan rolls his eyes. "Whatever. I'm going!"

All the way into meeting him, Nathan's feelings are on a roller coaster. He missed the man so much that he could yell it out on the roof. But at the same time, he's afraid something would change.

He never once thought he would feel like this. Nadeem made it clear that he never do relationship. But making him a priority make him put some hope that one day it will work out just fine.

What if Nadeem wants to stop all of this? Will it break him apart? Should he hope for some more? There are too many questions left unanswered. And he couldn't find it o  his own.

When he reached the house, he stop for a while. He does not even realize that his hands are shaking. He doesn't need to ring the bell since Nadeem gave his house code. So, while putting up a brave face, he presses the button and gets in the house.

It's still the same as he left before. Nothing has changed. To be honest, he stop there a few times when they lost contact. But he cares so much about his pride to never get in.

And then, there he is. Nadeem Valentino. Standing in the living room as hot as usual. His eyes fixated on Nathan. And the boy wants to scream at him. They get into a starring contest for a few minutes. No one dares to say anything. There are just too much to put into words.

"Nathan-"

He couldn't even finish his words when the boy smashed his lips on him. To say it caught Nadeem off of guard is an understatement. He wants to say something, but Nathan won't let him.

Before he knows what happens, Nathan already unbuttoning his shirt. The boy want to stop himself but couldn't. The tension makes him act without thinking. He wants to demand answers. But his body won't let him.

The moment he realizes how far they're going is when the pain is already on his bottom. Nathan scream. Scream on top of his lung. He wants answers. But only moans came out.

Nadeem already lost. He could never win the battle against the boy when it comes to sex. This is not his main purpose. But this is what he needs all along. Two weeks has enough to make him crave for more. And this confirms it.

"Fuck!" Nadeem moan when he releases. He couldn't even warn him. Asking him whether he can plant the seed inside him.

Nathan, on the other hand, was dizzy. He's shaking. He feels like everything turns out differently. But he hopes this is what it should be.

Nadeem sit down slowly. The sweat still rolling down on his body. He just realizes they don't even make it to the room. They're just having sex on the couch.

Nathan looks at him. There's an uneasiness in the air. And this is what he is afraid of. But he couldn't let himself too low by acting like everything is fine. So, he asked.

"Where have you been?"

Nadeem does not reply. He seems too deep in his own world.

"Where have you been, Nadeem?" Nathan sits up slowly.

"I have a lot of things to do," Nadeem mutters softly.

"No text, no call?" Nathan raises his brow. "Unless you lose your phone I think it's not a problem."

Nadeem let out a big sigh. "Nathan..."

The sound of his voice already makes Nathan know where he stands. Where the lowest place he could ever be in that life. In Nadeem's life.

"Enough is enough," Nadeem said. "I don't think we can keep going."

The world around them crumbles. He expected this. Nathan expected this. Why is life treating him well by giving him Nadeem on his life?

"It's been fun." Nadeem continued without even looking at the boy. "But we know there's no guarantee for this."

Nathan wants to punch him. Scream like a mad man. But he feels numb. He couldn't even move for a few minutes. Until he realizes how low should he goes. He grabs his clothes. When he put them on, he wish something happen. He wish the man would say something. But none.

"I'm sorry, Nathan."

"Are you gay, Nadeem?" Nathan looks at the man. And he realizes there are different emotions on his face. "Are you even like guys?"

Nadeem sighs. "Nathan..."

"You know what..." Nathan walks towards the door. "Don't even answer. It's been fun. Let's not see each other again. Enough is enough."

Nathan walks out. He's proud of himself. He's not even screaming. He's not even acting like a child. He keeps his pride well. They're just having fun. Nothing should be regret. He sees this coming. He already told himself.

But he still feels the pain. There's something weird on his stomach. At least they're not going too far. At least they're not screwing around too much. But still... It hurts.

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I'm a shitty writer. I know. My life is screwed up. I hate works. And I hate everything. Anyway, I'm sorry for leaving this story. I forgot the storyline. So, I'm just gonna write whatever has come to my mind. Enjoy.

Please be patient with my grammatical error. I'm the worse. I know.