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"Fuck...arch deeper." Dominic commanded as he thrusted roughly.
"I can't..." Landon whined.

Dominic pushed his hands down on Landon's back and forced the arch deeper then stroked faster. Landon cried out in pleasure and overstimulation because this was their fifth round.

"T-Too deep..." Landon complained and reached his hand back to Dominic's abdomen.
Dominic smack his ass roughly and heard him cry. "You call me over here to stuff you like the slut you are. You take it until I'm done." he commanded and continued his hard thrusts.

He grabbed onto Landon's hair and lifted his head before leaning down and locking their lips as they moaned from the friction between them.

Landon preferred his partners this way. The rest of them were too nice to him. They kept asking if he was okay and if he came. Dominic didn't care. He just used Landon to get off. He was rough, degrading, and made Landon feel like nothing but a brainless object. This was why Landon was so attached. He didn't like them nice. He liked when they looked, talked, and acted like they hate everything. He's only ever seen Dominic smile twice and they've known each other for three years. For some reason he found that sexy. Nice guys simply aren't his type.

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Mack got up bright and early. He showered and brushed his teeth then got dressed. He took Harley's advice on what he should do to his hair. It looked nice so he sent Harley a picture. To which Harley replied with a drooling emoji and three water droplets...Mack just read it and remembered David.

He headed out of his apartment to go downstairs and leave.

He tried to keep positive thoughts about the day. He was told that if he thinks negatively then it'll lead to him not being able to focus from being too fidgety about it.

After fifteen minutes, Mack arrived at the building.

He took a deep breath before stepping out.

No stuttering. Talk confidently, he told himself.

He opened the door and went to the receptionist.

"Hello..." Mack greeted quietly.
"Hi." she smiled.
"I uhh...well...it's my-..."
"You're Mackenzy Watts, correct?" she asked.
"Yea."
"Okay, I don't believe Miranda is here yet, so I'll try to buzz Chandler and you can meet him on the tenth floor which is where you'll be and he'll show you the ropes."
"Okay...uh...th-thank you."
"No problem." she grinned.

As Mack walked to the elevator he cursed at himself.

I literally said don't fucking stutter and what do you do? You fucking stuttered. Absolute piece of shit. How hard is it to talk normally? You do it all the time with everyone else, stop being a fucking pussy.

The elevator opened and he stepped in.

He looked down and took deep breaths as he waited for it to move.

As the doors closed, an awfully expensive looking black loafer slipped between the doors and stopped them. It caught Mack's attention and his eyes lifted as the doors reopened.

"Morning." Dominic greeted dryly.
"Yes." Mack replied.

Fucking YES? he shouted at himself mentally.

They stood there awkwardly as the doors closed again and the elevator started.

"You're here early." Dominic stated.
Mack was supposed to show at 9:30 and it was currently 8:53. He was nervous and excited so he showed a bit sooner than instructed.
"I...um...expected more tr-traffic." he lied.
"I see."

The elevator stopped but at the wrong floor.

Someone got on.

Silence again as the doors shut.

It rode up a few more stops before stopping again and letting the person off.

Still silence.

Finally, it reached the tenth floor.

As Mack got out, he thought to turn around and tell Mr. Miller to have a nice day, however, as he did, Miller walked past him and to the same office door as the last time he was here.

Oh... he said to himself. He completely forgot they worked on the same floor. The top floor. He tried hard to not groan loudly at his own idiocy.

But now he had a bigger problem.

Who was Chandler and where is Mack supposed to meet him?

...

Ten minutes passed and the entire time Mack sat in a rolling chair waiting for assistance.
He didn't want to just stand there cluelessly because that would bring attention but now it was just a waste of time.

He looked at Dominic's office door.

Just...ask him for help. He's your boss, he should want you to be comfortable with everything, right? Right. This was his idea anyway. I think...?

Mack got out of his seat and walked over to the office door.

He stood there for a few seconds.

Maybe he's busy. Chandler will probably get here soon, right? Wherever he is. What do I do in the meantime? Pretend to know what I'm doing? Do I type up a fake report? Maybe I can play a computer game? No because what if someone sees and they think I'm being lazy? What if they see and they tell Mr. Miller and he fires me for not being serious enough?

The door opened and there stood Dominic.

Mack's eyes opened wide as he'd been caught.
Dominic just stared at him with a confused expression.

I am going to kill myself, Mack considered.

"Can I help you with something, Watts?" Dominic finally asked.
"Uh...I-I was...I was told that...um...I'm supposed to meet with someone? A-And...I've been waiting for around...fi-fif-t-teen to tw-twenty minutes for their ar-r-rival and...he...he hasn't shown up...and I'm a b-bit lost because he was supposed to sh-show me everyth-thing-..." Mack explained.

"Who?" Dominic asked.
"Uh...Chandler, sir."
"Chandler took a sick day today. He's not coming in. I'd give you Miranda but she won't be here until 11." Dominic stated and checked his watch.
"Oh..."
"It's fine. I'll do it." Dominic said exhaustedly.
"Oh, I can just wait...if you're b-busy. Y-You seemed like you had somewhere to b-be..." Mack said and scratched the back of his head.
"I was just going to get a coffee, Watts. You're fine. I don't do nearly as much as you think I do." Dominic sighed and walked off with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh...okay...great..."

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