The Enchanted Tarot

Chapter 4: The Wheel Of Fortune Card and Ramon

Change and unpredictability. February arrived like a gust of wind, cold and sudden, sweeping Ludwig into a flurry of new responsibilities at work. The previous month had been full of unsettling moments, but nothing could have prepared him for the rollercoaster that this month would bring. Ludwig's first week back at work after the tarot reading felt... off. Everything seemed normal on the surface—his cubicle looked the same, his colleagues greeted him with the same polite indifference—but something lingered in the air, a quiet tension that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

It was the kind of subtle unease that made him hyper-aware of every little thing: the whispers of his coworkers in the hallway, the flicker of lights in the office, the occasional draft that sent a shiver down his spine. Change was coming—he could feel it in his bones.

By the middle of the week, the shift became tangible. Ludwig's boss had assigned him a crucial report, one that was needed by the end of the day. It was a complex task, requiring hours of focus and precision, but Ludwig was confident he could get it done. He worked diligently through the morning, ignoring the distracting buzz of office chatter around him. As the day went on, his desk became a sea of documents, notes, and spreadsheets, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he typed.

Finally, as evening approached, he was finished. He saved the document with a sense of relief, ready to send it over to his boss. But when he went to his desktop folder to retrieve the file, it was gone. Ludwig froze, his stomach dropping as he frantically searched his computer. No sign of the file, not even a backup. His heart pounded in his chest—how was this possible?

He checked every folder, every directory, but it was as if the report had never existed. Panic set in. Someone must have deleted it. Had his computer been hacked? Or worse... was someone deliberately messing with him?

His boss, an unforgiving man with a temper to match, wasn't happy. Ludwig was called into the office and scolded harshly. The lecture was relentless, filled with sharp criticism that left Ludwig feeling smaller and more defeated with every word. "Fix it," was the final command. "Stay late if you have to, but I want that report on my desk by tomorrow morning."

So, Ludwig stayed. The office slowly emptied, his coworkers trickling out one by one, leaving him alone in the dimly lit room. Hours passed as he painstakingly recreated the lost report from memory, his eyes burning from staring at the screen for so long. By the time he finished, it was well past midnight. The quiet hum of the office was almost deafening in its stillness, the silence broken only by the occasional click of the heating system.

Exhausted but relieved, Ludwig stretched in his chair, gathering his things to head home. As he made his way toward the elevator, he noticed something strange—a light was still on in one of the offices down the hall. Curiosity piqued, he walked over to see who could possibly still be here at this hour.

His heart stopped when he saw who it was.

Ramon.

The sight of him made Ludwig's skin prickle with tension. Ramon had been his nemesis at his previous company—a towering, half-Latino hunk with a thick beard and a muscular, hairy chest that was often visible beneath his snug shirts. Ramon had always been intimidating, with a cocky attitude and a swagger that made Ludwig both frustrated and inexplicably drawn to him. They had clashed frequently, trading sharp words and glares that hinted at something more beneath the surface. And now, seeing him here, in his new workplace, sent a wave of confusion and apprehension through Ludwig.

Ramon looked up from his desk, his eyes locking onto Ludwig's with a smirk. "Well, well, look who it is," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Didn't expect to see you here, Ludwig."

Ludwig swallowed hard, feeling a mix of annoyance and something more dangerous stirring in his chest. "I didn't know you worked here," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

Ramon stood up, his broad shoulders casting a shadow in the dim light. "Transferred a few weeks ago. Thought I'd bring some fun to this place," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Ludwig felt a spike of anxiety. The last thing he needed was Ramon stirring up trouble. "I've had a long day," he muttered, turning to leave. "I don't have time for this."

But Ramon wasn't letting him off that easily. "Oh, come on," he called after Ludwig, following him toward the elevator. "Don't be like that. You know, I've been thinking about you a lot since we last worked together."

Ludwig froze, his pulse quickening. What was he playing at?

They stepped into the elevator together, the doors sliding shut with a quiet hiss. The confined space only heightened Ludwig's nerves as Ramon moved closer, invading his personal space. "You always were a hard worker," Ramon murmured, his voice dripping with suggestive undertones. "And... kinda hot, too."

Ludwig's heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice shaky.

Ramon grinned, his dark eyes filled with playful menace. "Come on, Ludwig. You're not stupid. You knew I had my eye on you back then, didn't you?"

Ludwig stared at him, dumbfounded. He had always assumed their tension was pure rivalry, but this... this was something else entirely. He was about to respond when Ramon, without warning, unzipped his pants, revealing his manhood. Ludwig's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat as he stared, speechless.

The elevator came to a soft stop, the doors opening as if nothing had happened. Ramon quickly zipped himself back up, as cool as ever, leaving Ludwig reeling. They stepped out into the underground parking lot, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the otherwise empty space.

"See you around, Ludwig," Ramon said, his voice laced with amusement as he began to walk away.

But Ludwig wasn't thinking clearly anymore. The adrenaline, the surprise, the thrill of the moment had his mind spinning. He quickened his pace, catching up to Ramon. "Wait," he called out, his voice breathless.

Ramon turned, one eyebrow raised. "What, can't get me out of your head now?"

Ludwig hesitated, but his body made the decision for him. He grabbed Ramon by the wrist, pulling him into the shadows of the parking lot, hidden behind a row of cars. Ramon's smirk widened as he pressed Ludwig against the cold metal of a car door, his lips hovering just inches from Ludwig's.

"You want this, don't you?" Ramon whispered, his breath hot against Ludwig's skin.

Ludwig couldn't answer—his body was already responding. Ramon's hands roamed over his chest, his touch firm and demanding. They kissed, the pent-up tension between them exploding in a frenzy of lips and hands, their breaths mingling in the cold night air. Ludwig moaned as Ramon's hand slid down his body, unbuttoning his pants with a quick flick of his wrist.

There was something dangerous about doing this here, in the open, where anyone could walk by. The risk of being caught only heightened the intensity of the moment. Ramon's lips found Ludwig's neck, biting gently as he pushed Ludwig back against the car, his hands exploring every inch of Ludwig's body.

Ludwig gasped as Ramon gripped his hips, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together, hot and aching with need. The thrill of the forbidden, the roughness of Ramon's touch, sent Ludwig over the edge. He had never experienced anything like this—so raw, so wild.

They moved together, their bodies locked in a rhythm that grew faster and more urgent with each passing second. Ludwig's mind was a blur, lost in the sensations of Ramon's hands, his lips, his body pressed against him. The thought of someone walking by, seeing them, only fueled the fire.

And then, with a final, breathless moan, they both reached their climax, their bodies trembling as they held onto each other in the darkness.

For a moment, neither of them moved, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, they pulled apart, the reality of what had just happened settling over them. Ramon straightened his clothes, giving Ludwig one last smirk before turning to walk away.

Ludwig stood there, still catching his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Ramon disappear into the night.