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05. Really Gay

Warren

We all stood off our seats and everyone started to depart from the meeting room. I was about to approach the door when Mr. Lock grabbed my arm and spun me around. He kept me in his hold and we were inches apart. Jesus christ, I hate to admit that I'm actually enjoying this.

"Hello Warren," The words left his lips in a whisper and the hair on the back of my neck rise.

"Mr. Lock I don't think we should be doing this." I moaned a little as his grip tightened.

"Then come with me for lunch, we can hang out at the hotel down town." He frowns as he said that.

"I'm with a guy, we've been going out for four years." I explained and he let go of me. His eyes built up into a light fiery red as he took a step back and the veins on his face showed.

"Get out," He demands pointing at the door.

I didn't bother to ask him what's up, I just rushed out of the meeting room. Why is he so angry when I told him I'm with someone? This is fucked up, very fucked up. What's anoying is that I felt so vulnerable under his hold while he was dominant.

A pair of brown eyes stared at me and I shook my toughts about James out and I saw Bryan sitting on my chair. He wore his tight navy blue shirt again that got me drueling, why does he have to be so sexy? His lips pulled into a smirked and I felt myself blushing as he bit his bottom lip. Oh god that lip bite.

"Remember when I would bite my lip you would squirm?" He teases.

I rolled my eyes and placed a rough peck on his lips. Thank god my desk was a corner, it came in handy, very handy. He was about to pull off my shirt until I pulled away quickly.

"Sorry, I forgot," He quickly says.

"is this for me?" I asked pointing to the paper bag on my desk.

"Yeah, I braught you lunch," He sits up.

"We can eat downstairs at the cafeteria," I offered.

"I'm sorry babe, the car is only at the waiting bay and I assembled lunch with Mum and Ash, as in Ashton. I'll cook dinner though, I promise. And it's a date, at the penthouse." He ducks his head and I smiled immediately. Romantic and horny, that's Bryan for you.

"Ok, so do you have to go down now?" I asked him and he nod his head. "Mmkay then, bye, I expect dinner at the table." I kiss his cheek.

"Yes wifey," He teases as he goes to the elevator.

He's too nice for me to hurt him, I remember seeing him as annoying and depising the fact that he existed but guess where it lead us to. Whatever me and James have is too dangerous, I don't want Bryan to get hurt. I love him way too much for that and he's too good for emotional pain.

I let my thoughts go away as I ate the pasta and a starbucks Bryan got me. I finished my lunch and placed it in the trash and started to personalize myself with the iMac given to me from the company. Changed the background, installed some random other shit I feel like are cool and by the time lunch was over, the iMac looked really gay.

In a good way, it looked really gay.

I was told that there was going to be a singer in one of the studios that are looking for song writers and if any of the writers were interested for something to do, the studios were open. I went to the 2nd floor which had all the the studios and sure enough some singers were roaming around the studios. I was about to freak out when I saw Kellin Quinn of Sleeping With Sirens in of the rooms. I freaking love them! My inner fanboy was definately fighting for escape but I had to hold it in or else I could be kicked out.

I kept walking down the corridor until I passed a door that had had a green light on indicating the the singer is waiting for a writer to approach them. I knock on a door and a 'come in' answered and I knew a female was inside. When I walked in, I saw one of the last celebrities to sing; Jennifer Lawrence.

"Hey," Her smile was so wide as she shakes my hand. Her hand was so soft! Ahhh.

"Hello Ms. Lawarence," I greeted as I sat in front of her. I was smilling pretty wide too, how do you expect me to not freak out? It's freaking Katniss in front of me!

"Call me Jeniffer, or Jen. Or Katniss," She's so cool wtf?

"Uhm ok, hello Jen," I said.

"Hi, and you're?"

"Warren, Warren Davies. So you'd like to write a song?" I asked.

"Yeah, my literacy is just," She makes a face and makes rocket sound as she mimicks something falling. "Shit,"

I had to laugh, she was definately as cool as she on one of those tumblr gifs. I could get use to this job, no mistakes in choosing this job. Except James, oh James..

Note:

I wrote this chapter last week, only got the urge to edit it today so publishing it. Sorry for the shit quality or editing.