John Jack Dave

TWO

Dave couldn't believe it. This was the man from the store!

"You!"

The man smirks and holds a hand out to him.

"Shall we?"

Why was he acting as if they haven't met yet? He ignores the hand held out to him and he walks in, the man following behind him.

"I presume you're angry at me?"

Dave stops in his tracks and looks at the man, the cat like eyes were striking in this light setting. Dave avoids his gaze.

"You have no idea"

The man scoffs.

"Seriously? You, a rich kid, is mad because someone called you cheap? Lighten up"  he said and walked away. Dave followed him quickly.

"Who are you anyway?"

"I'm Jack"

"Well, Jack are you and my aunt fucking?"

Jack stopped in his tracks and Dave bumped into his back, why did this man feel like a brick wall?!

"Are you dumb?" Jack asks and Dave frowns.

"Excuse me?"

"Why would you think, I'm fucking your aunt? I have the credentials to do this job"

"You never know these days....some people are....opportunists"

Jack scoffs and walked away, Dave follows him again.

"Where are you going? You should be greeting the guests"

"Look man, you do it, I have work to do"

Dave stops and watches Jack walk away. He sticks his tongue out at him.

"What a loser"

"Dave darling!"

He turns around and sees Victoria walking towards him, her lime green evening gown hugged her all in the right places, if you didn't know her you'd think she was in her early thirties but actually she's almost 50.

"There you are. Where did you find your vice president?"

"Oh you mean Jack? He's the one who helped me bring this company here"

Dave was quite shocked.

"He did?"

"Of course, where is he anyway?" Victoria asks, looking around.

"He went to his office I think"

"Oh well, let's go mingle and find you a future husband"

•°• ✾ •°•

By midnight, Dave was more tipsy than a bride to be on her bacherlorette party. He staggers his way to the elevator so he could sleep in Victoria's office.

"Stupid aunt with her tall building...how many floors do you need? And why 75 of them! Selfish woman"

The metal doors slide open and he steps out, squinting at the dark hallway. When he sees a lit up office, he makes his way inside.

Jack, who had been busy on his computer, flinches when the glass door closes harshly. He looks up and frowns.

"You? What are you doing here?"

Dave clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Why am I seeing you again huh? You mean man! What did I do to you huh?"

Jack rolled his eyes, Dave was clearly drunk.

"Hey, you alcoholic, sleep on that couch" he said.

"Why should I, huh? Why should I listen to you? You're not my father"

Jack sighed and stood up, walking up to Dave and the man stepped back.

"What....what are you doing?" Dave slurs out. Jack held him by the chin.

"I'm not your father yes, but I can make you call me daddy with ease"

Dave was completely sober after that, he looks Jack in the eyes, they were so cold yet so....welcoming at the same time. He gulped and looked away.

"Whatever"

Jack makes Dave face him again.

"Are you sober now?"

Dave nodded without a word.

"Good...now get out of my office, you smell like cheap champagne"

Dave gasped and slapped Jack so hard, the man's cheek was red in two seconds.

"I hate you!"

He watches Dave run off and sighs, then he notices the small bag on the floor making him groan.

"Why is he like this?"

•°• ✾ •°•

Dave washed his face and glanced at the mirror. He sighs. He couldn't believe he just slapped someone over something so small.

The restroom door opens and he freezes when he sees Jack.

"What do you want?"

"You forgot your cheap purse"

"That's versace you swine, give it here" he said and snatches the pink bag away from Jack's grip.

"Are you okay?" Jack asks and Dave scoffs.

"Why? You want to call my emotions cheap too?"

Jack chuckles, but his eyes held a sadness Dave couldn't pinpoint.

"Nevermind, I'm going back to work"

Dave runs after him once more, this time he pulled him by the hand.

"Wait....I'm sorry"

Jack turns to him.

"For what?"

"Well...everything I guess"

Jack nodded.

"It's good you apologised, because I meant what I said"

Dave snarled as he watches Jack walk away again.

"Mean man, I hope we never meet again"

•°• ✾ •°•

"A man doesn't cry, a man doesn't show vulnerability. A real man marries a woman, a real man hates all the people associated with the LGBTQI+ community, you hear me?"

"Yes sir" he whispers only to receive a harsh strike from the reed cane his father was holding.

"I said real men do not cry! Suck those tears back in boy!" The man yelled and struck him with the cane on the back once more.

Jack gasped for air as he woke up, he sits up on the bed and frowns. He hasn't had that dream in years.

"Why now?" He mumbles, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He sits up on the bed and rubs his face.

"Urgh...this is going to be a long day"

He gets out of bed and heads to the kitchen, his condo was just the perfect size for him. He pours himself some pineapple juice and downs it in one go, gurgling it before swallowing.

Jack is in his early thirties, he came from Thailand to Reykjavik when he got accepted into Victoria's company but he was shocked when he was given the Vice president title.

"Alexa, play Pony"

When the song starts to play, he sits on the couch and goes through his phone, the first thing he saw was him and Dave.

"Possible relationship for the heir of the Montgomery dynasty? What?" He frowns as he read the article. Turns out people thought he and Dave were in a relationship?

"Why would they think that?"