Untold Truth

1

I had just moved across the state to California starting my new job, as a assistance for god knows who. 

Since short notice they offered to keep me at a house, probably own by him.

I look out the window trying not to focus on what's ahead, when the guy in the front stops driving to stop at a gate to press a code.

driving forward he stops to open his door, going around to open mine aswell.

"I can open my own door you know."

Did I really say that? No, but I should have. I give him a blank stare.

"Thanks," I said with a small smile

In front of me was the house I was going to stay at. 

The house is what I expected big and expensive-looking. Walking up the stairs, I am introduced by a lady showing me to my room.

My bags are then brought up, the lady starts to explain the other things around, the gym, kitchen and what's off limits.

What I am informed is that the gym is shared by others, I don't care to ask who, maybe friend's of the boss or clients or even workers.

As soon as everyone leaves me alone I open my bag and get ready for the gym.

It's been a solid 2 days since I worked out and I really need to, not that I'm fat or insecure; Its just a hobby and makes myself feel good.

I reach the gym after looking for 10 minutes with no help or anyone in sight.

I open the door when I bump into a muscular big, heavy chest, with water on it, probably sweat.

gross. I could throw up.

I look up and find green-eyed man, I could stare at his emerald green eyes all day. it's almost impossible not to look away.

Taking a step back away from his chest to open my mouth.

"Watch where your going."

He gives me a blank stare, almost confused by what I said. Shocked.

"Yeah, kind of hard when you're pretty short. "

His voice is deep and toned, almost perfect for what you would imagine someone who looks like that would look like.

Short I think. I'm not short; it's not my fault this guy over 6 ft complaining about my height.

"Yeah and it's kinda hard when u take up the whole door."

He smirks, grabbing my arm,  pulling me into a room. He pins my hands down, looking at me blankly.

"What's your name?" He says.

A guy who I just met a minute ago shoved me into a room and asked that, well I would answer any question by this beautiful man, but I'm not the only one wanting to asking questions.

"What's yours?"

"I asked first."

"And if I say no?"

"Then I'll keep you pinedand do god knows what to you."

Even though I do want to continue this conversation I'm more worried about getting killed in this room, but look at this guy, he's hot, muscular, and exactly my type. 

Oh god he's staring.

"I'm not saying my name; either you move or you continue what your doing."

He starts getting closer, about to whisper something in my ear, when I hear steps getting louder and louder, and suddenly the door opens.