Her Assistant

-CHAPTER SIXTEEN-

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-CUTE ASS STUTTER-

Pierre stared at his phone as he swayed into his chair side to side. The days have gotten absolutely boring for him. Olivia has gone AWOL, and the ball is literally in two more days. He wonders what's gotten into her. After the blow up with she and her assistant things went completely silent. 

"A-are you okay sir?" John asks. He's noticed the change in Pierre's mood after hearing absolutely nothing from Olivia. He knows she's his daily dose on entertainment and without that for months now has sent the man haywire. He even stopped showing to public settings like she did. 

However, he still keeps up with his commissions seeing that her clients have been tweeting about getting theirs over the past few months, and the girl would leave nothing but a simple, "you're welcome, anything to please my wonderful supporters." And that would be all.

Pierre exhaled a breath and shut his phone off. "Olivia Garden is officially dead."

The man seemed shocked to hear those words and his brows creased in concern. 

"She's dead? W-w-h-how l-long h-ha-

Pierre snorts, gazing at the man standing in front of his desk. "It was a metaphor, John." John nodded, feeling relieved that her being dead wasn't the case. Pierre glanced past John, looking at his office door. It's closed shut and it's empty, the room. Pierre gazed at the wall windows behind him before returning his coffee gaze back to the man. 

John noticed this. "Are y-you alright?" He asks once again. Pierre eyed the man with a slight nod. 

"Just bored, have anything in mind?" His eyes met John's once more and the man gulped, feeling a wash of heat reach his face.  

"Y-you do love to b-bake."

Pierre hums, itching at his chin, his eyes still glued to John. John shifted in his spot, feeling a drastic shift in the room. It could just be that he's nervous about Pierre's intimidating gaze. He's seen him give him slight stares before, but Pierre always seems distracted within those stares.

However, it feels different right now for some reason. 

"Can I ask you a question?" Pierre asks, leaning forward as he set his elbows on the desk. 

"Umm...sure." 

"Will you be offended if I ask your preference?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"In people...males...or females?"

John was sure he died and came back to life. He's got no idea what brought John to ask him that question. He's heard Sandra call Pierre a bottom almost every time they bickered back and forth, however, even if Sandra is actually a lesbian, he's only ever seen Pierre flash his smile at females.

John fidgeted with his fingers, the air getting thick enough to strangle him. Could he really tell Pierre that his preference are males? It's always been males, but he kept it all a secret seeing that he was in a serious sport and was getting a name for himself at such a young age.

He didn't want that to be the thing that stopped himself from reaching his goals or even bringing shame to his team. Then after the accident he really couldn't express himself. But why is it that Nicholson Pierre, his boss...asking him this question?

"U-umm, I-I-I..." John exhaled in frustration. He swears his stutter messes with him. Pierre got up from his seat, making his way around his desk. John took a cautious step back as Pierre leaned against his desk, his eyes never leaving the man.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to answer." His tone was low, and John saw a slight smirk appear on Pierre's face. Pierre exhales, looking behind him. 

"I-it's n-not that I don't wa-nt to answer. However, why d-do you ask?"

Pierre's eyes returned to John, and he chuckled lightly. Pierre pushed himself up from his desk and John took a step back to avoid the man being any closer to him. However, Pierre grabbed John by the tie and pulled his body close to his.

"Are you into guys Johnny boy?" 

He gulped. The seductive tone in Pierre's voice made John shiver and that look. Gosh how it can bring many men and women to their knees. Pierre placed his lips against John's ear, causing the man to hitch in a breath. 

"Because to be quite blunt with you...I am. And it's you I'm into." He whispers, butterflies erupting into John's stomach as Pierre's low voice vibrated against his ear drums. "Those eyes of yours..." he wrapped his hands around his waist and John instantly reacted by gripping Pierre's forearms. 

John could hear his heartbeat in his ears and he's redder than ever now. 

"Your smile," a peck on the neck. "That annoyed look you get in your eyes when you think I'm not listening to you." Pierre pinched his skin with his teeth and John inhaled sharply. He should not be allowing this. 

However, with eyes like that, his amazing scent, a voice like his, and a man like Nicholson Pierre, anything can happen. John closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling that Pierre gave to his skin. It's like he's been waiting for this moment and hadn't known it until now. 

"Most importantly, that cute ass stutter you've got." John felt Pierre's lips on his and his grip tightened on his arms. Pierre backed John into the wall, the kiss getting deeper. He's always found John attractive and it's no secret to his sister that he's indeed into guys.

But the only problem with that is that nobody else knows of his sexual preference. Something he's a bit insecure about. As for him noticing John's liking towards him, he'd catch him staring and would blush every time he's caught. 

"Were you just staring at me Johnny boy?" Pierre asks as he buttoned the last button onto his shirt. 

"I-I-I'm sorry sir, i-it won't happen again."

"Hmm, maybe I should stop changing in my office then. Nah, it's my office my rules. Now, let's see what Garden is up to today."

"W-wait...w-we shouldn't ah~" John is cut off by Pierre forcing his knee between his legs, brushing against his semi-erection. Pierre broke the steamy kiss and sucked at his skin, gaining a moan from the man. Pierre used his hand and gently rubbed John inside of his pants.

John set his hands on Pierre's shoulder, his knees getting weak as the man continued to stroke his through his pants. 

"P-Pierre." And it wasn't the stutter talking either. "P-Pl-l-..." John stopped trying to finish his sentence and allowed the pleasure to take over. The back of his head hit the wall and Pierre trapped him into another brain melting kiss. 

John pulled away and his hand wrapped around Pierre's wrist to get the man to stop stroking him. However, it was too late. John exhaled sharp, heavy breaths as he came. Pierre grabbed John by the chin, giving him a peck on the lips. 

Pierre stopped, hearing that the man got caught trapped in his words. John exhaled heavily and Pierre tipped his chin for him to look at him. 

"I love it when that happens."

"W-we can't...please..."

The pleading look in the man's eyes made Pierre sigh. "Okay...I'll leave you alone. But just so you know John...there are other things that can make you frustrated other than that stutter of yours."

Oh hot damn