𝓥𝓲𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂[√]

9

It had been a week since the party, and things were going smoothly for the couple. Clark was currently making his way up to the door of Wayne Industries.

He entered, made his way to the elevator, and pushed the button. "Sir, you need to sign in," a voice called as the door opened.

He stepped in, and as the door closed, he saw the receptionist looking at him. The door opened on the top floor, and he walked to Bruce's office. Without knocking, he entered.

In the office, Bruce looked at the door with a glare, ready to yell at the person who thought they had the right to enter without knocking, especially when he was in a meeting.

Seeing that it was Clark, his glare softened as the other man made his way across the room to another door and entered, slamming it shut behind him.

Bruce raised a brow and stood. "Thank you gentlemen for coming, please show yourselves out," he said before going over to the door Clark just disappeared through and knocked.

The door opened, and Clark stood there with his tie loose around his neck and shirt open. "I don't know how you deal with these fucking idiots every damn day, they are stressing me out over at publishers," He said and Bruce chuckled, entering the room he shut the door behind him.

It was a lounge area for him to relax when he didn't want to work. He had a TV, a couch, and a small twin bed in the corner, along with some speakers to play some soothing music as he took a break. He also had a fridge and a snack closet as well.

"They do get on my last nerves, but we need them, and they are good at their jobs," Bruce said, and Clark fell onto the couch in the room with a sigh.

"Yeah, I guess," Clark mumbled as he pulled Bruce into his lap and kissed him. "Do we have to go to this charity event this evening?" He asked as he ran his hands down Bruce's sides and down to his butt, squeezing it.

"We, we have to go," Bruce said, looking at his watch. "And we have an hour to get home and get to the event, so let's go," He said, standing up and standing up.

They exited the building and headed to the manor, they showered dressed, and made it to the event only twenty minutes late.

Clark had convinced Bruce to go separately. The Kryptonian entered the large ballroom and looked around. He had never been to one of these and had not been working as a journalist before. He made his way around the room, greeting a few people and sipping champagne.

He made his way over to his table and saw Bruce sitting there with Lois, she had her notepad out obviously asking questions while Bruce had a blank look on his face. But Clark could tell that he was irritated.

"Hello," Clark said, and they looked up at him.

"Clark!" Lois exclaimed, she quickly stood and grabbed his arm pulling him away. Clark looked back and saw Bruce standing up and following them. "What are you doing here? I thought this was my event," she hissed. Clark noticed that they were on the balcony.

"I'm not here to work, Lois," He said, pulling his hand away, "And even if I was, I am your boss. You wouldn't have a say in it," He said, briefly letting his eyes roam down her body to see that she was wearing a tight blue dress before looking back up at her eyes.

"I saw that," She said and Clark frowned, " I saw the way you just checked me out, I knew we were interested," She said and Clark blinked in confusion.

"Have you been drinking?" He asked. Lois smirked, moving forward quickly and kissing him.

He quickly pulled away and turned to wipe his mouth and paused when he looked straight into Bruces's eyes. They looked at each other for a few seconds before Bruce spoke.

"My charity event is not a place for you to find a hookup; I suggest you both leave," He said, looking at neither of them. Clark opened his mouth to speak, but the other man beat him to it. "Now," Bruce snapped, and Lois rushed out, and Clark gave him a slight look before he too left the building.

He made it a block down and made sure no one was around before he used his speed to get to the manor. He entered the living room and started to pace after barely greeting Alfred.

He paced for an hour before he heard the front door open and paused. He looked towards the hall as slow, steady footsteps came to the living room.

Bruce entered the doorway and looked at him. He made his way over to Clark and gripped his tie, spinning him around and making him stumble and fall back onto the couch. "You have no idea how much it took out of me not to punch her," Bruce said as he climbed onto Clark, "Who the fuck does she think she is!" he snapped, and Clark looked up at him, shocked.

"You aren't mad at me?" Clark asked.

"Why would I be mad at you? You didn't do anything," Bruce said, and Clark took a deep breath. "But just because you didn't do anything doesn't mean I'm not going to own you tonight," Bruce said, and he kissed Clark hard.

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Word count: 903

Re-published: April 28, 2024, 6 pm

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