No Control (L.S BDSM)

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This chapter was edited 15.02.2023

Louis William Tomlinson:

You don't know what you can have, until you open your eyes and see it. This counts whenever it's a thing, or if it's someone.

I'm sitting in my office sipping the third cup of tea for the day. This morning went by as most others do. The run, the breakfast and then the dressing. The day at work would usually be the same as it was any other day, and the evening would bring some playtime with my boys. Staring out of the window, I see the morning sun raise up. I can already feel that this day won't be like any other. My day won't be spend in the offices reading through documents and having business meetings. Today is a day full of new faces who's trying to get the position as my right hand, my closest co-worker, my assistant. I have never been happy for changes. One of my personal qualities is being in control. Having someone new here, makes me scared of losing that control. Who would want a mix of a clown and a kindergarten kid around them doing important tasks for you? None. Therefore control.

"Mr. Tomlinson, are you ready for the interviews?" Louisa, my personal assistant asks me. She has been a goddess for years now, and I'm sure no one can do the job in the way she does. I hope she plans on counting with her career after giving birth. She has too much potential to become one of these stay home moms. I'm glad I won't ever have to worry about that myself, since I will never let my cum make an offspring.

"Ready? No. But let's do this" I replied to her picking up my notebook. Maybe some of the candidates have something interesting I could write down. Most likely no, but I will give them a chance. I stood up from my office chair and walked out of my office. The hallway was full of new people, who I was yet to see. Even some boys decided to apply, interesting. Won't be really worth it though, I'm already sure the assistant should be a woman. Thankfully none of them was the man of my dreams.

"Sofia Hallandale" Louisa called, and the woman raised from her seat in the sofa. She was dressed in a yellow floral cardigan with a blue skirt to. I'm not the one to judge women's chose of clothing, but I would want those grandma vibes out of here. She smiled up at me, and I took her hand in mine and shook it lightly. We then got seated around the circular meeting table. I must admit that the lightning in here is intimidating, just as my personality. People who got to be in this room with me must feel pressured and stressed. How do they even survive?

While my mind was on my own control needs in this company, Louisa went through her list of questions that we both had agreed on as fitting. I used most of the time to study the humans creatures. Could they work? How did they work? By the fifteenth job seeker I got tired of the same questions again and again. None of the previous was any good.

"Name, why should we chose you?" I fired away as a new shadow walked into the meeting room. I didn't use time to study his face and body until my words left my mouth.

"Harry Edward Styles Sir..." he started. A strong, but still an angel voice of a man. I let my eyes lift to his. Where did he come from? He wasn't sitting in the hallway just minutes ago. His looks could only be described as the man who has walked into my dreams lately. He reminded me of the man with the wet hair walking down the streets the other day. His height, his brown hair with the small curls on the top, and his emerald eyes. It felt horrible to let my eyes move from his body and over to his application, but I needed to know more.

"Mr. Styles, you say you arrive precisely, but I didn't see you in the hallways as the interviews was starting up. So, are you so precisely?" I asked him staring him down. He was biting his lips, and his cheeks was blushing up. Adorable. No Louis this won't work. He is a man, and you can't have him work for you.