My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Business

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} This chapter includes sexual activity. If you don't like it, just skip the chapter {

I followed him somewhere. Although he said we were going to his office, it was a different room—a smaller one. Rather humble for a man like him.

"What is this place?"

"I told you, my office."

"Isn't it the big one? Where we met."

He smiled and shook his head. How was I supposed to know? This place is huge. And why would a person need several different offices?

"That's where I do business—meetings with unimportant people."

There we go. Trying to mess with me again. Of course, he'd refer to me as unimportant. Like he's the center of the universe. I grimaced. Maybe I need to be here and do what he says, but I'm not going to fake a smile every time he decides to belittle me.

"...Then what the fuck is this place for?"

"You know, you could use some manners. Drop your spoiled brat attitude and cut the unnecessary cussing."

"I act and talk however I please. Last time I checked, it was a free country."

Of course, he didn’t like that answer. Good. I didn’t care.

"Here, I conduct private business. Mostly with people I’m interested in. Don’t feel flattered, though. You just caught my attention for some weird reason."

Now that was unexpected. He admitted I’m interesting? Of course I am. Took him long enough to realize.

"So… what business do you want here, then?"

I looked around. Just a small table, a chair, a few photos on the wall, a small office cabinet with a lock—nothing special. It gave off early-startup vibes. Maybe it was his first office. I wondered how old he was when he joined his father. This company had been running for years.

"Let’s make a deal."

Alright, he’s senile. We already made a deal weeks ago.

"What deal? You told me I had three months and that you—"

"I’ve been thinking."

Color me shocked. Didn’t know he was capable.

"Yeah?"

"You want Miles. Fine. You can have him—if you go out on a few dates with me during the three months."

Alright, now—what?

I’m sure my face said it all, because he rolled his eyes.

"What? I’m not a monster. It’s nothing serious. Look, you can’t go out with Miles—he’s not yours entirely. So, have a date or two with me. He’s kind of me. You’ll see. If you still want him after our last date, fine. He’s yours."

I knew he was an egotist. He and Miles will never be close. Hector is never a good person—no matter what Miles says. Of course Miles would defend him. He knows no better. But I can see through him. This will be easy. I hate him. I really fucking do. But if it means I can keep the person I love, then alright. I can do this. For him. For us.