The Boss in the Bedroom (MxM)

13. What the Actual F***

After the passionate encounter with Damien in my office, I found myself grappling with a new realization – I had developed feelings for him that extended beyond mere physical attraction. However, the timing couldn't have been worse. With the looming launch of the clothing line and the complex web of responsibilities I was entangled in, I couldn't afford to let emotions complicate matters further. So, I resolved to maintain a sense of distance, an emotional shield that would protect me from getting entangled in romantic complications. I guess this time, it was my turn to play hot and cold with him or rather just... cold.

"If you've finished reviewing the documents, I'll have them sent down to Linda and her team for further examination," Ethan's voice cut through my thoughts, reminding me of the tasks at hand.

"Alright then. But wait, hey Ethan," I called out to him as he stood by the door. "Since you're heading downstairs, could you please ask Mr. Knight to come up? There's something work-related we need to discuss."

Ethan's eyes narrowed at my request, but he nodded and left the room. A few minutes later, he returned, Damien trailing behind him.

"Could you give us a few minutes, Ethan?" I requested. I could see the further skepticism in Ethan's raised eyebrow, but he acquiesced.

"If you say so," he replied, his tone laced with doubt. "I'll be waiting outside."

As the door closed behind Ethan, Damien's smile greeted me, and he moved closer. "Seems like perfect timing, doesn't it, Lukas?" he remarked, his voice carrying a mixture of playfulness and something deeper.

"That's Mr. King to you," I corrected him with a touch of formality. Damien's puzzled expression halted his approach.

"What?"

"In this workplace, it's more appropriate if you address me as Mr. King," I explained, my tone composed.

Damien's disbelief was evident as he stared at me. "You can't be serious."

"I'm quite serious, Mr. Knight. Our behavior has been far from professional, and considering the dynamics of our positions, it's imperative that we maintain a more appropriate relationship."

"Is that really what you want?" Damien questioned. A hint of frustration flickered across Damien's face, but he seemed to dismiss it quickly.

"Mr. Knight," I try to say firmly but at this point, I know my resolve is wavering.

"Are you one hundred percent certain about that?" He asked again as he inched closer, his hand sneaking under my shirt, sending shivers down my spine. The physical contact ignited a spark of desire that I struggled to contain, stifling a moan that was dangerously close to escaping.

In the midst of our charged moment, I couldn't ignore the reality of the situation. We were still within working hours, and Ethan was right outside my office. My eyes shifted between Damien and the door, a silent reminder of the constraints we were bound by.

"Damien..."

Damien's words were laced with amusement as he suggested, "Now now, you've got to be quieter 'Boss'. Although I bet your secretary would love to walk in and find his boss bent over his own desk"

Damien's comment made me blush, caught between embarrassment and the tantalizing allure of the moment.

"Damien," I whispered again, my voice betraying both pleasure and anxiety.

"Yes, boss," he replied mockingly, a tone that both teased and intrigued.

In that instance, I grappled with a mixture of emotions – humiliation, desire, and the nagging question of how I could assert authority when I struggled to control myself. The situation was undeniably arousing, even if it was also a stark reminder of the challenges our relationship posed.

Amidst this tempest of feelings, I summoned my courage to voice my apprehensions. "We can't keep doing this, Damien."

"And why not? Why are you now trying to push me away?" Damien's voice was charged with emotions that eluded easy interpretation.

My admission came out shaky, a tremor revealing my vulnerability. "Why shouldn't I? We're not even dating."

Damien's response was a jolt, an unexpected revelation that upended my sense of equilibrium. "Then why don't we?"

The shock must have been etched across my features, my gaze fixed on him and it was now my turn to stare at him as if he had sprouted a second head. "What?"

"Let's date. Be my boyfriend," Damien proposed, his gaze unwavering.

My mind raced, attempting to process the sudden shift in conversation. This was not a scenario I had prepared for, especially not in the midst of the emotional whirlwind I found myself in. The world seemed to pause, the weight of his proposition settling between us.

The proposal hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me speechless. "Are you crazy?" I finally managed to sputter, my mind reeling with the suddenness of his suggestion and the implications it held for both of us.

Damien's expression remained steady, his gaze unwavering as he regarded me. "Maybe I am. But think about it, Lukas. Our connection is undeniable, even if we've been dancing around it. We have something special, and why not explore where it could lead?"

His words struck a chord, stirring a whirlpool of conflicting emotions within me. On one hand, there was a part of me that wanted to embrace the idea of being with Damien – of not just indulging in moments of passion but exploring a genuine romantic connection. On the other hand, fear and uncertainty gnawed at me, reminding me of the complexities and potential risks of intertwining our personal and professional lives.

But before I could gather my thoughts and reply, a timely distraction presented itself – a notification from my phone. I couldn't have been more relieved for the interruption.

"I should check who it is, it might be very important," I said quickly, seizing the opportunity to temporarily escape the intensity of the moment. Damien seemed irritated but obliged nonetheless, giving me space to address the notification.

He got off me, and I took a moment to adjust myself, standing up properly and reaching for my phone. The screen displayed a video message from an unknown number, a sense of skepticism tugging at my thoughts as I remembered what happened the last time I was in this exact scenario.

With a braced resolve, I prepared myself for the worst, and it turned out my apprehension was justified. The second video was even more disconcerting than the first, evoking an overwhelming surge of anger.

"Oh hell no."

Hi darlings

We're finally getting somewhere guys

I must warn you to brace yourselves because the last chapter was just the calm before the storm though.

Thanks for being patient up until this time too

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~Kyra