Suited

One

Gabriel didn't show up for work. I figured he just needed time but days passed and he still hadn't shown. I sat through meetings for him and emailed what I could until I had my weekly check-in with Sr. Whitacre.

He was not happy. "He's such a brat sometimes. When I call, he should answer."

"That sounds very frustrating, Sir."

"Could you check on him for me?"

"I'll stop by his house as soon as possible."

It sucks to lose a dominant. Gabriel was a mess. I'd never seen him like this. His hair wasn't done, he was still in pajamas, and he seemed to just be waking up well into the afternoon. Despite that, he looked exhausted. I was no different. I was still in the alumni housing at the time. I hadn't slept at all. I declined his offer of coffee. He almost looked relieved.

I felt bad. As much as I didn't want him around Haydn, Gabriel was Sr. Whitacre's eldest son. He was his pride and joy. I didn't want him to be this way. He needed to get over Haydn and this lonely spell. He needed to get back to work. I thought about what to do as I entered the house.

We began talking about that day at brunch. What Haydn had and hadn't said. I made myself meek and grateful as we spoke and I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, offering myself as consolation. I wasn't sure it would work but, "I figured I could make myself useful."

Then, he said, "I'm not a dom."

Even better. So much better. "I only want to serve you. How is of no concern. If you need me to take control, I have no problem with that, Sir."

And he kissed me. And I fucked him. And for a moment, I was at peace. Things would go back to normal. He and Sr. Whitacre could go back to worrying about what mattered and I could go back to serving them. Maybe now that Haydn was available, he'd take me back.

Everything would be perfect again. I would have been very, very grateful if Gabriel would have given me that. Maybe he was looking for a new dominant. I was a switch. I could do that for him. I could continue to make myself useful. He was enjoying himself with me on top of him on his Mario Bellini sofa and frankly, I was too. He felt good. He was responsive.

Yes, I think I could see quite a nice dynamic between him and me. A nice life. Go to work, play on that ridiculously large desk of his, go home, and play harder. He was a submissive, at least he claimed to be—again, he had nearly no training—so I wouldn't have to deal with bottoming. With how new he was, I could shape and mold him into just what I needed. Of course, there were submissive tops, but I didn't think that'd be a concern. He seemed perfectly content taking dick.

The name had been faint. This needy, almost incoherent whine, but I heard it. I heard it loud and clear. Haydn was not his to want. Granted, he wasn't truly mine then either. I'd been with Haydn for eight months, though. Two one-month contracts, then two threes. We were going to do six next but that chance was gone, wasn't it?

"How fucking dare you?!"

And now so was this potential future with Gabriel. He still wanted him. He wasn't thinking of me while I was there trying to help both of us. If he was going to be that selfish, that delusional, that stupid to say another man's name in front of me—especially the name of THAT man—he was no one I wanted any dealings with.

But work... I loved my work.

I'd go back to Italy. I could could deal with it long enough to be reassigned. Maybe they'd send me to the offices there. Those had been nice when I toured them. I'd always wanted to see the branch in China. I already knew some basic Mandarin. Maybe I could go there. I'd been taught several languages in my training. I could go to any number of places. Anywhere but Maryland. Yes. It'd be fine.