MY LITTLE KITTEN(man*boy)

Chapter 7. First Encounter (part 2)

Christian Nicholas Brisknberg

"excuse me, I don't think am feeling fine. I will see you around" I didn't even wait for her to say anything before I walked out of the room and down the stairs to the car park. I hated that my head was so full of unnecessary thoughts. I walked to my car but then remembered that I had been drinking. Shit! I should have called James to come pick me up. But I could just get a taxi, let's hope reporter's weren't around to see this. So I grabbed my phone and removed my jacket and threw it in the car. I rolled my  shirt sleeves giving a view of my arm tattooes that started from my wrist to my shoulder and down my chest.

As I said, I had a past. And right now I would rather look like a gangster than have anyone notice who I am. I locked the car and made my way out. It was surprisingly cold outside than I realized, but it was good, I could use a little sobering up.

I walked down the street remembering where the taxis are found till I heard voices.
I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I couldn't help it so I stopped.

"what do you want!?" a voice cried out loud and I couldn't help but scoot closer.
"why don't you come with us sweet cheeks? Let's not make scene here?"
Sweet cheeks? Really?
"no, let me go" the first guy continued to struggle. It sounded like a fight I wasn't going to get involved in so I turned to leave. But what I wasn't expecting was the slap and the loud cry that came out and I flinched. This wasn't a club fight, someone was being abused.
So I did what came in mind first, I walked towards the voices and stopped to study the situation. There were three men, a bulky guys seemed to be manhandling a smaller guy with a hand pressed on his mouth. I believed that was probably the guy that had cried out. They didn't seem to notice me yet which was a good thing.

"let the boy go" I coldly said without much interest.

all heads snapped to my direction and I flinched recognizing the boys face from my earlier staring contest. How could someone look so amazing while being held captive like that? I shook my head to clear my head of such terrible thoughts.

"who is there?" the third one said and my eyes went to him. I realized they couldn't see me properly because I was standing in the shadows of the darkness. "just pass along, you have no business here" he went on to say and I felt my patience wearing thin. I rubbed my hand on my temple and walked towards the man whom on a closer look I recognized him. He was in one of the meetings that I had attended today morning. I searched my brain and it dinged! Mr brown. He was the manager of a small company that was trying to get a partnership with us. I couldn't remember the details but I certainly wasnt a person to forget faces, mostly because of my job that required a lot of faces.

I stopped when I was sure I was intimidating enough for the scrumpy man in front of me, I didn't like this guy at all.
"you want to ask me that again?" I asked him with my business voice and I was impressed when I saw the fear plastered on the guys face. He seemed to have recognized who I was. So I smirked, an evil smirk that I was really proud of.

I looked at the yound boy and I frowned "I will say it one more time, let the boy go" my  voice came out with much venom than I intended this time that even I was surprised. My eyes didn't leave the boys' till the bulky guy let go of him and he fell to the ground, probably because his legs gave out due to fear.
I looked back at the two men who were now staring at the floor "a good time to leave right?" I asked and Mr brown nodded "I will see you on Monday in the office Mr brown" and with that they both left with their tails ticked between their legs.

I looked at the boy, he was still on the floor, he was definitely shaken by fear because I could see him trembling. I sighed and went to stand next to him, he didn't even notice my little movement till I spoke and he looked up to me, I almost lost my balance with those eyes. They were big for a guy, and so dazzling in the night. The purple was really beautiful, like a Christa. But I composed myself before I could look like a creepy idiot with my staring. It took him time till realization hit him and his face widened with recognition, I guess I wasn't the only one who memorized a face tonight.

"can you stand up?" I repeated what I said and offered a hand this time. He seemed hesitant to take it but I gave him a reassuring smile. Then his hand crept into mine and the first thing I noticed was how small and soft it was compared to mine. Was this really a man?

I pulled him up and he wobbled right into my arms as one of my arms went straight to his waist to balance him up. He didn't need to look at me for me to notice the redness creeping on his cheeks, probably out of embarrassment.
And again, what this really a guy?

"are you OK?" I asked as he got himself out of my arms which I wasn't planning to let go anytime soon and he nodded but when I raised his chin with my hand, the purple orbs were streaming with tears and that's all it took for him to break down crying. Guess he was more scared than he looked to be.

I didn't know what to do, it's not everyday you see a grown up guy crying in front of you. If it was a woman I would have known what to do right away but this, this was new to me. So I just stood there and watched him brawl his eyes out. What I didn't expect was for him to grab my shirt, pull me to him and cry on my chest. Did small guys like this exist? Or it was just him?

My arms went around his small frame on there own accord and I rubbed his back slowly, my hands lingering more than I intended to. But it seemed to calm him down.
"the..." he said between sobs, my ears jecking up to his voice "they didn't... Didn't even ask me if I... If I... "
"shhhh, calm down." I soothed him
"am not even gay!" he cried again and I flinched to that information. Prolly not expecting him to say it like that. "they didn't ask me, they just..."
Now I was getting pissed off. Mr brown better say bye to that contract, I couldn't work with someone so immoral.
"God I was so scared" he seemed to chuckle to his own statement and I pushed him to an arm's length with my hands on his shoulders. He looked at me then his eyes widened like he realized something. "oh my God am so sorry," he was looking at my shirt which was now soaked with his tears and now my tats were obvious to the eyes, and his eyes seemed to linger there as well. Then they trailed to my arms and it sent a chill to my bones that I was being stared at like that, a good kind of chill. I let go of him and crossed my arms on my chest giving him a full view of the tiger on my right arm and he coughed while looking I away after noticing he was staring too much. I couldn't hold the smirk that crept to my mouth when his face flushed even a darker red.

"ummh, thank you" he posed "for helping me earlier" he looked at my face and gave me a genuine smile.

But before I could speak 2 boys were running towards us.
"Caleb! Oh God Caleb don't scare us like that" they fanned all over him totally ignoring my existence asking him a bunch of questions without even letting him answer any of the questions. Guess those were his friends.
Caleb... Has a nice ring to him. I noticed him glance at me before they started dragging him away from the spot. I could see he still wanted to say something but his friends weren't letting him so I just waved at him.
And the next minute they were gone, leaving not even a scent as if he wasnt here at all.
I sighed and dug my hair

"hah, fuck... Now am sober"

Hello readers. Did you like the first Encounter of the two? Please tell me your views.
My English isn't that good I know but I hope you understand. And I hope you enjoy the story.