Dirty Secrets

Chapter 4

◇Hashirama's pov◇

It had been a few weeks since the phone call from Tobirama, and I still felt rather shaken up. At every moment I found my mind wandering to what Tobirama had told me. It was still shocking to know that we had been in a relationship, totally unaware of the fact that we were brothers. In a way I was disgusted, but I also found it intriguing that we'd fallen in love. How embarrassing...

Despite being embarrassed, I also felt freed. I had finally been freed from my past with one single phone call. Finally I'd be able to truly move on from my first relationship, and on to someone new. Someone who wasn't my brother.

Madara.....

As I'd worked more with my boss, I couldn't help but find myself falling for him. Everything about him entranced me entirely, even though we hardly spoke outside of buisness. Sure, we were in close contact, but it was merely professional. Having feelings for him made every interaction very awkward, and I struggled to keep my professional manner. It wasn't that I minded having feelings for Madara necessarily, but falling for the CEO of the company I worked at, who was so incredibly wealthy and famous was silly.

But that didn't change how I felt. Fuck, nothing could.

Overall, the work environment wasn't bad, but it was true that my feelings for Madara made things awkward, and the hostile treatment from some of my colleagues wasn't something I enjoyed dealing with, but I did it anyway. I was getting more pay than I had ever dreamed that I'd be able to make, and I was getting to experience a freedom that I hadn't been able to before. Money had never really been something I cared about, but it was true that more pay meant less struggles and a hell of a lot less stress.

But of course, I had to work for it. Most days I left the house at six-thirty am to make it to the office by eight, and I would be home till ten o'clock at night. But it was worth it in the end. Especially when I brought home my first pay check.

Sitting at my desk, I sighed, popping another chocolate covered cranberry in my mouth. It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon, and I was filing paperwork and answering phone calls before forwarding them to Madara's line. It wasn't difficult or interesting work, but I did my best to keep my focus.

Suddenly, the phone rang again. I looked down, groaning when I saw that it was nothing but some sort of telemarketer. Picking up the receiver, I held it up to my ear, smiling brightly.

"This is Beauty Shop Hotline and Cemetary! Where cremation and curlers are all in one place! How can I help you?" I bubbled brightly, doing my best to not laugh.

"What the hell..."

I scoffed. If there was one thing that was aggravating about my job, it was the excessive amount of scam calls and telemarketers. Lots and lots of mostly robots who wanted to sell shit. This time however, it was an actually person.

"I'm sorry sir, do you have an appointment? We did have a guillotine scheduled for five pm, is that you?" I went on, keeping my bubbly, artificial voice.

"What the actual fuck?! You're one psycho bitch!"

I laughed as the line went dead. Whoever that was, I'd scared the living fuck out of them, and I was most sure that they wouldn't be coming back. Shaking my head, I was about to return to work when I noticed Madara smirking at me. A flush rose to my cheeks, dread pooling in the pit of my stomach. Oh no...did he...?

"Do you always answer the phone like that? Cause I've had people going on about how lovely my secretary is to speak to." The raven smirked, strolling over to me.