OPPOSITE POLES (BL)

CHAPTER 7

The party was held in a high-class hotel. On Friday at 8 p.m., I reached the venue in time and was amazed by what I was seeing. I mean, girls were exposing their sexy bodies, and handsome hunks were exposing their muscularity. Wow, it was not too bad to attend these parties, but I know these people can be knocked out by only one person, none other than Scott, who is not yet present.

While I was enjoying the view, I was faced by the least expected person, none other than Rachel, and a few other colleagues in my department. "Look who is here, I never thought you would come, considering your record of attending parties and I know who would miss this opportunity, you also couldn't escape the charm of our CEO I guess, oh boy you are missing an important point, he is 'STRAIGHT' like straight, straight, if he was gay or bi also he would never be interested in abundant or used goods for sure don't you think Mr. Walker", clearly, she was provoking me and I don't want to give in but her problem was she won't shut her bloody mouth easily, also those words she spoke triggered me I couldn't control myself, "Trust me if he was 'gay or bi' he is not my type, I am not into high-class maintenance, how anyone can compare with your CEO rude behavior, egoistic attitude and of course arrogant, I am not qualified for that and yes he is all yours".

For the first time in my life, I could have kept my mouth shut. I gave in to her provocation as soon as I finished my sentence. Rachel's face lit up. Okay, this is not good. Someone was standing behind me. Please don't tell me what I was thinking was true. She brushed my shoulder and passed to greet none other than Scott and Simon. Wow, just great. Her mission was accomplished. This is fucking not good. I dug my own grave; whatever perception Scott had of me, regretfully, I added even more.

As he got busy greeting employees, I took the opportunity to escape what a bloody day. I went near the bar section, where alcohol was the best medicine in this kind of situation, and started sipping my drink and cursing myself.

After a few minutes of calming, I started scrutinizing my surroundings. My gaze fell on Scott, who was cheerfully greeting everyone. Wow, my prediction was right. His presence knocked out every individual's existence. He was damn hot and a hell lot of sexy. This was new—I mean, very new. At a time, a person can have multiple feelings for the same person. I hated his rude behavior and not being able to take my eyes off him. Strange. While I was busy ogling him, his gaze met mine. Perfect. I looked like a bloody pervert, for sure, and I averted my gaze immediately.

After a few minutes, he was called on stage to give a speech. There was chaos everywhere, with applauding claps. He started his speech about his family: his father, Mr. Benjamin Mathew, and his mother, a famous actress, Mrs. Victoria Mathew, and his two sisters, Mrs. Kristina and Natalia, both of whom are older than him and are now happily married. He started sharing his experiences about his education; he was a scholarship student based on his intelligence; he was able to get into a topmost prestigious university; and not only that, after finishing his education, he managed to create job opportunities without using his family name in topmost companies; and everything about him was inspiring.

Finally, he spoke. There are a lot of rumors about my sexuality. I would also like to clarify that it is not anyone's business, just to pique their curiosity. I am straight, and I don't have any problem with bisexual or gay people. If I were bi or gay, I would prefer my partner to be classy, high-class, elite, sophisticated, and smart according to my standards, not scrap goods. I won't even give them a glance, for sure.

Once his speech was over, Rachel was the first person to clap by shouting Scott's name, followed by everyone immediately party-lit up drinks, dancing, everything, and I continued sipping my drinks. I guess the last part was solely dedicated to me.

When I was in my thoughts, Scott and Simon approached me. Of course, Scott was the first to speak. "Hello, Mr. Walker, I hope you are enjoying this classy party, expensive food, and drinks, of course, which few people can only dream of and afford, don't you think? I couldn't quite believe it when I heard rumors about you, and thanks to you for giving me a live example, please do enjoy the party as I said it's a classy one; few people can only dream of it." His stare was very intense, which sent a chill down my spine for a few seconds. With that, they left. Don't tell me my days are already counting in this company. I couldn't stand one more second over here, so immediately I left the party.

I did not go to my apartment because I was upset about everything. I made my way to the beach and sat on the sand, observing the waves. Fucking bastard. For a few seconds, if I could have shut my mouth, all this mess would not have been created.

Seeing the waves, it took a while for me to cool down. I was starving on the way. I had my dinner at a nearby restaurant and reached my apartment by 11.30 p.m. I was so tired from all these dramas that I slept in no time.