The Biker's Obsession BL

Chapter 3 - Echoes of Secrets

"What you can't allow Peter", I knew this voice. God why is he here! I turned around to see the one and only person I absolutely hate, Paul. Ugh

Peter Pov

I turned my chair to see Paul behind me, leaning with that infuriating smirk against the wall. Our Manager, Paul Campbell had a way to get on my nerves. I worked in his team for a year now but good lord, his presence was a harbinger of discomfort to me, enough to make my blood boil and remind me of his true nature.

I ignored him, pretending to grab a document and get back to work. I tried to focus on my tasks but Paul, with his condescending grin, approached my desk. As Paul approached my desk, his tall frame towered over, making me feel small and vulnerable.

"What's got you muttering to yourself, Peter?" he asked, leaning on the cubicle partition with a smirk that seemed to fuel my irritation. Yes, you have guessed it, he is a douche but he's my manager and I have to obey the rules while working.

Paul's haunting gaze bore into mine, I sighed, doing my best to avoid eye contact. "Just figuring some things out. You know, work stuff." Paul chuckled, his sarcasm palpable. "Work stuff, huh? His eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered his sinister remarks. "Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself, not figure things out." Gritting my teeth, I kept my gaze fixed on the screen. "Can I help you with something, Paul?"

His sly grin widened and took a step back. "Just curious, Peter. Heard you talking about not allowing yourself to do something. A bit cryptic, don't you think?"
I shot him a look, my annoyance simmering beneath the surface. "It's none of your business, Paul."

He chuckled again, knowingly. "Too bad, maybe one day you'll let me in on it." Suppressing my frustration, I tried to maintain my composure. "I doubt that, Paul. Now, if you don't mind, I've got work to do."

"Sure. But you know Peter, secrets can be too overwhelming.", he calmly said and I instantly knew what the true meaning behind those words was.

"Hahaha, you're way too stiff buddy! Relax." Saying Paul sauntered away, his parting words lingered, leaving me to grapple not only with the weight of my hidden truth but also with the constant, subtle harassment from a manager who knew the kind of power he held over me.

Despite his competence as a leader, Paul's antics made every encounter with him a war of tolerance where I'm constantly losing.

"Why can't I just report him?", I thought already knowing it can't happen. Paul Campbell cuts an imposing figure in the office, standing tall with a commanding presence that demands attention. His chiseled features are framed by neatly trimmed dark hair, which adds to his air of authority. His piercing eyes seem to miss nothing, their sharp gaze capable of both intimidation and charm depending on the situation, while his impeccably tailored wardrobe, with crisp shirts and sleek suits, further enhances his polished image. However, his outward confidence couldn't hide the malice in his smile, suggesting a hidden motive lurking under his facade of professionalism.

Just as I thought the encounter was over, two hands landed on my shoulders, a touch loaded with more than casual familiarity. My patience wavered, but his whispered words cut deeper. "Peter, my friend, you should really learn to relax," Paul's voice dripped with a sinister sweetness as he tightened his grip. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, my anxiety intensifying. "I-I'm fine, Paul. Please, let go."

"I told you before, secrets have a way of making people... vulnerable," Paul mused, his voice dripping with false camaraderie.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Paul," Peter stammered, his confidence wavering as Paul's words planted seeds of doubt in his mind.

I glanced around nervously in the empty office, realizing I was trapped. Paul leaned in, his voice a chilling whisper. "Peter, my dear, you don't need to pretend with me. I'm well aware of your... preferences. Nothing wrong with it, of course. Just interesting, that's all." His words hung in the air like a sinister promise as his fingers wrapped around my neck. Tears were welming up in my eyes threatening to drop anytime. He smirked, tightening his grip. "Oh, don't play innocent now. It's amazing what a bit of information can do, isn't it?"

The office remained oblivious, wrapped up in the post-lunch hustle. I couldn't do anything. And then, as if the universe played its hand, the office door swung open, and a wave of colleagues returned. Paul retrieved his hands from my neck quickly as he saw Ethan walking towards us, "We can continue this later. And you don't want him to know now do you?"

Ethan Pov

I entered the scene, taking in the uncomfortable tableau. My eyes narrowed, sensing something amiss. "Everything's okay here?"

I shot Paul a desperate look, silently asking to release Peter's shoulders. Paul withdrew his hand and flashed a friendly smile. "Yeah, of course! Just reminding Peter what a proper information could do. You know senior advice. We all need it from time to time."

"Totally true", I tried to hide my annoyance. Paul tried to redirect the attention to himself and talked a little more about here and there but my focus was on Peter, he wasn't looking good. My protective instincts kicked in. "Peter, you alright?"

Peter Pov

I didn't want to create a scene, so I tried to subside it, "I-It's ok Ethan. I'm alright. Let's get back to work. We have a presentation in the evening"

My heartbeat echoed in my ears as I nodded, grateful for Ethan's intervention. "Well you guys carry on but not too much and I see you both at the meeting. Good luck guys." Ethan laughed at his comment
while Paul retreated to his cabin, leaving behind a tense atmosphere, a chilling reminder of the corporate hierarchy and the manipulation that could unfold within its space.

I can't breathe... I need to leave!

My anxiety welling up inside of me, making it hard to breathe. "I'm going for a smoke", in reality I just wanted to be alone.

Third Person Pov

Peter's hands shook violently as he tried to steady his breath, the echoes of Paul's menacing threats reverberated in his mind, each word like a hammer striking against the walls of his composure.

He tightly closed his eyes to stop the tears, but it was a futile attempt to hide his pain. Peter cursed himself in between sobbing, "W-why?...What did I do wrong?...Is it my fault that I like guys!"