Pieces Of Perfection

Chapter 3

It was around 1 pm, when I went to my office's cafeteria. The people at my work were not scared of working with me like they were scared of not keeping the area clean. The housekeeping staff always keep it clean and proper. The chefs in charge of cooking meals for all employees are scared of me because I am very selective of what I eat. If anything I eat is not matching my taste palate, they need to remake the food. I was just very typical about my food. I could see the varieties of good food they made and went to grab lunch. I could not eat. The food was supposed to have a standard, and they missed cleaning the chicken properly. I found a hair. Literally a hair.

"Who cooked this nonsense?" I shouted while my assistant Trever rushed to check. All the chefs were lined up in the cafeteria, and one of the young trainee chef mentioned that he cooked it.

"How did you clean it, young man?" I question.

Daniel, his senior chef, apologized to me on behalf of him, and knowing how I am about my food, the young chef was good to go. Before I could fire him, Trever rushed to me and said, "Mr. Whitefield is here to meet you." Trever knew about Beau because I told him about it, and I could tell him anything. He was as loyal as a dog to me.

"Take his proper training, Daniel," I said and rushed. They were relieved to hear that because I would usually fire a person for such reasons.

I went to my cabin to see Beau sitting on my sofa, holding his gun.

"What are you doing, Whitefield? Are you insane?" I shout at him.

"Oh!! Just imagining how you held my gun this morning, love," he replied.

"It is not funny!!" I said.

"Here! Keep this gun in your drawer and lock it for your safety. It is licensed under your name, I had discussed it with your loyal and faithful dog, Trever, and asked him for help." he replied.

Shawn chuckles.

"Can you please get out of my cabin and drink something with Trever?" I questioned Shawn

Beau interrupted. "Oh love!! My assistant is not allowed to drink on shift, especially with kids."

"Respect, sir!! Where is it?" I questioned. He kept shut and asked Shawn to get food with Trever. As soon as Shawn left, I questioned, "Are you out of your mind? Why would I keep a gun?"

"For your safety!" He replied and said, "I will kill anyone who will lay their hands on you, but when I am not near you, you need to be safe."

"Pass me that damn gun." I shout

"My gun or this gun?" he questioned

"Shut up and give me." I shout.

He handed me the gun, and I was putting it in the safe so that no one would be able to see it or use it. He came behind me, from slowly touching my thighs and then my clit. Anyone outside my cabin would be able to see us as I had turned on the button for clear window.

"Stop, my employees can see us" I said.

"I can fuck you hard and dick you down right here without giving a single fuck about anyone. After all you are mine now" he replied

I asked him to wait and rushed to turn down the window curtain. I looked at him and said, "Behave yourself, Whitefield. I have a real job which does not include killing and beating people. I cannot let them see me banging a dude I have known three days earlier."

"I am fine with anything as long as you are mine and I am the only person who gets to fuck you" he replied.

"Don't ever carry that gun openly in public area or in my office. Understood?" I said