In Love With the Mob

Chapter Eight-Bash

Bash loves Evan. Evan loves Bash. Mr. Evan Covington. Mr and Mr Sebastian Covingt...

"Bash are you even listening!" My beautiful scribbling was so rudely interrupted by the company's financial director Bill Greenwood. He's a little sketchy but trustworthy, and is very good at his job. I look up from my artwork and remembered that I'm in the middle of a board meeting. Oops. All eyes appear on me as it appears that I've missed something. Whenever you're in this case it's best to just give the most reliable answer.

"Of course, sounds good." Nailed it.

Bill sighs. "We were asking if you went over the most recent financial and budget reports?" Didn't nail it.

It's so hard to keep my head around work these days, ever since the sweet and delicious Evan agreed to date me. He's has proven to be even more amazing than I thought he was. I want to spoil him to no end, but he won't let me. He keeps saying he's frugal, I don't even know what that means.

Pushing my intrusive thoughts aside, I got down to business and actually paid attention to the meeting. Afterwards Stoff stops me in the hallway, looking less than happy with me. He snatches my notebook from my hands and frowns.

"What was so important that you couldn't pay attention to the meeting?" He flips through a few pages, looking up at me with a raised eyebrow. "This is the shit you were doing when you should have been paying attention to the functioning of YOUR company? Bash I know you are crazy about this guy, but you have got to get your shit together. You have been out of it for weeks?"

He's probably right, I mean I know he is.

"I know, I just can't help it. He's the only thing I can think of." I run an exasperated hand down my face. I've never wanted to give my absolute all to anyone before, not before Evan.

"Once upon of time your job, this company and our businesses were all you could think about. You would eat, sleep and breathe work. You need to get back to that before you lose everything."

I sigh deeply, then a realization hit me. "You're right. You are so right. I have to get back in the right headspace, otherwise I can't afford to continue to spoil Evan." That was just the motivation I needed to get back to my headspace. Time to get back to my grind.

Stoff groans and shakes his head. "You are hopeless."

"Hopelessly devoted to my man. Come on let's get back to work."

Before I know it, it was a well after 7pm and I was starving. With a huge stretch and a yawn, I pick up my cell and notice two missed calls from Evan. I pout, I never even heard my phone ring. I tap on his picture to call him back and it goes straight to voicemail. Maybe he's angry at me. I start to straighten my desk and wonder if I should just go to his house. A knock on my office door pulls me from my thoughts.

"Come in Stoff." He's probably coming to tell me it's time to go. I place the reports I was reading in to their folders when I notice Evan standing over by the door, wearing the softest smile.

"The Steven's told me you were busy, so I thought I would bring you dinner." He was carrying a nice size tote. I stand up to greet him with a kiss to his cheek. I can't help the way my heart swells.

"My wifey brought me dinner? That is beyond sweet of you Evan, thank you." He smiles and blushes, which is my most favorite thing in the world to see. The littlest thing makes him blush. I can't wait to get him in the bedroom where I can really make him blush when I pull out my size 9...

"So how was your day Bash?" He asks and I quickly shake off the very lude thoughts I was having.

"It was great, very productive I would say. How is the library doing?" His face brightens with the biggest smile and it's so infectious that I can't help but to smile too. I find myself doing that a lot. Mob bosses shouldn't be this happy.