FATAL SEDUCTION: The Boy In A Cheap Suit | 18+

Dinner

Pedro's POV

I was greeted by the scent of roast chicken as I opened the door and got into the house. On a good day, I may have smiled. But today wasn't a good day for a lot of reasons.

"Hey babe" Fred said. He came out of the kitchen with an apron covering his naked torso. His skin glistened with sweat. He tried to kiss me and I gently brushed him off.

"What's wrong babe? Bad day?" He asked wrapping his hands around my neck.

"Yes" I grunted trying to pry his hands away from my neck but he was strong enough and his hands wouldn't budge.

"Nothing a good piece of me can't fix" he said flashed me a smile and tried to kiss me again and again, I shifted my face and his lips landed on my cheeks.

"Was it that bad?" He asked his face squeezed in worry. He finally released me from his hold and I began to walk towards to stairs.

"I made us dinner and I have good news. Freshen up and come down, let's eat" he said to my retreating figure. I grunted an okay and continued going up the stairs.

I got to my room, flung my briefcase on the bed and was soon out of my clothes. I got to the bathroom, and as soon as the cold shower hit my skin, I felt a little better. I was still angry.

Angry at the stupid board members, they could rot in hell for all I care.

Angry at Shanice, she was begining to bug me so much.

Angry at Marco.

Who was the guy that came to pick him today?

After the board meeting, I had gone straight to work on the designs. And at the end of the day, I had been able to go through a lot of them and I was actually feeling good. I had seen Marco leave for the elevator and then a thought came to me. Why don't you offer to take him home? It's not like you're rushing home for anything in particular. I had hastened to be in the elevator with him but it had closed when I got to it. I had to wait for it to come back and I got in hoping he hadn't gotten a cab and left. I ran (I fucking ran) to my car and drove out of the parking lot as fast as I could. I found him in front of the building like I had prayed he would be but I was almost blinded with jealousy when I saw him hug a guy I hadn't seen before. He didn't work for me or I would have known who he was . Marco seemed happy to see him and he even opened the door for him to get in before driving away. 

I had remained in the spot seething with rage.

He shouldn't be hugging anyone else but me.
No one is allowed to open doors for him but me.
No one is allowed to even go near him.

At the thought, the shower that had provided me some comfort few minutes ago seized it's soothing effect and I became angry at the innocent drops of water. I switched off the tap, wrapped a towel around my waist and got back into the room.

What if the guy was his boyfriend?

I dressed in a pair of Nike sweatpants and hoodie.

Why the fuck am I pissed? It's not like he is mine.

I stuck my feet into a pair of white Nike shoes.

Then I'm going to fucking make him mine.

I started going down the stairs. I could still hear Fred in the kitchen. A kind of slow music I couldn't place was playing from the speakers in the sitting room in a low volume.