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🩹 Chapter 8 - Swelling Lips 🩹

Vincent's eyes widened. He didn't expect Rody to even find out his shoelace went missing considering, well, it's Rody.

"Pardon?-"

"I know. I've picked up on your cute little games and I didn't want it to stop..."

Rody's hand moved to Vincent's bottom lip and he ran his thumb over the red, soft surface. Vincent was actually confused. Rody had shown no interest in loving or even liking Vincent in a romantic sense even through the now 14 months he's been working here. And frankly, Vincent was slightly surprised Rody was being so straightforward. Was he high or something? Vincent's couldn't smell any sort of weed or smoke so it couldn't be that. Was Rody drunk? No alcohol smell either.

"Rody, what the fuck are you doing-"

"You seem nervous, my dear..."

Rody whispered. Vincent hadn't noticed Rody was now standing in front of him, leaning down to eye level since he was too busy trying to come up with an excuse as to why Rody was acting like they were just married and on a honeymoon with Vincent tied to the bed.

"Are you high or something?-"

Rody interrupted Vincent by pushing his lips to Vincent's, his hand moving to the back of his head to deepen the kiss. Vincent was completely caught off guard yet immediately melted into the kiss. Rody's arms wrapped around Vincent's waist and pulled him up, out of the chair as Rody leaned against the desk. Vincent's arms wrapped around Rody's neck as Rody's hands moved down to his thighs and lifted him up to sit on his hips. Then suddenly out of nowhere...

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Vincent woke up abruptly. He sat up straight and rubbed his eyes tiredly as he looked around and looked down at the patch of drool on his desk. He sighed and wiped it up with his sleeve and stood up and pushed in his chair, about to leave when he realised something. His thighs and his body felt warm. It wasn't that sort of lovey dovey warm. It was a wet warm. That sort of warm like when Rody was plaiting his hair a month ago when Vincent was slightly tipsy. The same warm feeling like when Rody had thrown him over his shoulder and gripped the back of his thigh to pick up something of the ground.

Did Vincent just have a fucking wet dream about his employee...?

He tried to remember what happened earlier. He was inspecting Rody's shoelace and put it in his drawer but then fell asleep writing bills because the previous night he was too busy looking around Rody's apartment for more things to take. And he did notice Rody had cleaned his apartment and moved from sleeping on the lounge to his bed. Vincent sighed and was about to walk to the door when Rody opened it. Vincent looked rather calm and slowly put his shoelace in his pocket.

"Hey Vince."

"Rody. Anything you need...?"

"Yeah, just wondering if you've found my shoelace."

"I did actually. It was near the bins outside."

Vincent took the shoelace out his pocket and Rody walked over and grabbed it from Vincent's hand, smiling and putting it in his own pocket.

"Thanks! I wonder how it got out there. Must of got caught on the dumpster outside when I was taking the rubbish out."

Rody laughed and Vincent nodded, still rather calm. Rody then said goodbye and Vincent stopped him.