MINE

Ghost & Posy

Ghost & Posy's story includes :
Boss/Employee Relationship
Grief and loss
Discussion of war
Age Gap
Virgin h
Tattooed h
Alpha male

He hired me four days ago and I don't think I've spent longer than ten hours apart from him. From the moment I arrive early every morning to late in the evening I am either stuck by his side or in his truck.

Not that I'm complaining. His truck his huge, luxurious for a work truck and despite his reserved personality I've never had better company.

I can only describe him as handsome, sexy, rugged and absolutely fucking feral. He was certainly a man in his prime, tall and wide with a scared face that may be scary to some but only make me feels things I've never felt before. At twenty-two I was very inexperienced when it came to men. I avoided them like the plague, having been abandoned by my father and raised by strict catholic grandfather.

At fifteen I ran away, and sixteen I stopped living in the women and children's center and moved in with an elderly woman who had been seeking a roommate. I worked under the table as a waitress seven days a week for long hours, saving every penny I could. By eighteen I found myself my first friend, a gay man in his twenties named Lee who lived a wonderful life off his rich father's money.

Lee was a new and upcoming tattoo artist, and I was his "canvas" as he liked to call it. Grandfather George would kill me if he knew what I was doing. Growing up his granddaughter was no easy feat, and I barely survived what I did. He drilled horrible things into my head, but somehow, I fought against believing his lies, ran away to the farthest city I could afford to travel too.

He never looked for me, reached out or asked me to return home. Twenty years old I started working as Lee's secretary, getting paid a decent amount while spending time with my favorite person on earth. I was even his bridesmaid in his wedding to Alix. At twenty-one Lee had tattooed both my arms and most of my hip and upper right thigh in dark black and grey ink.

Flowers of all sorts overlapped on another respectively, alongside ferns and leaves woven in between.

Now at twenty-two I was packing up the tattoo shop with blurry vision and shaking hands. Lee and Alix were dead. My only friends in this harsh world were taken away from at the same time.

Cause of death: motor vehicle accident.

Lee's small compact car was struck by Semi truck and trailer moving into their lane. They were crushed immediately. It was the first snowfall of the year- the roads weren't prepared for the several feet of snow dumped on us. The funeral costs were covered by the quick sale of the shop, arranged by Lee's father and to my disbelief they left the rests of their values to me.

My heart has been in my stomach ever since, my mind reeling what how I am going to live without them. As I pack up the last of that tattoo shop, I sob as silently as I can, unaware of the large man who just entered.

I jumped as the harsh, masculine voice interrupted my grief; fear washed through me as I realized how vulnerable I had been.

"Why are you crying?" He rumbled, his voice sending a warm sensation through my core with immediate interest. An impossible connection sprung from my chest, directly to this stranger. In the midst of my confusion, I was suddenly lifted off the floor. I felt so small and delicate as he held me in his arms, dragging my chest and flat but soft tummy up against his hard chest before placing me on the large oak table. My eyes were so swollen and wet I could barely see anything other than a blurry figure dressed in dark jeans. The skin of my underarms burned in the best way from the aftermath of his grip, his touch lingering pleasantly.