The Tango of The Cursed | Mature

16°.| Foodies

Drake ft. Majid Jordan- Hold on, We're going home
(Slowed & Reverb)

Thomas McGowan

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I wasn't big on physical touch.

Especially if it was unnecessary. I came with this concept long ago.

At 16 I started to not give that big of a fuck on who got offended by my boundaries and I guess I just got more and more comfortable getting distant with people.

It started by sex. Something I did purely out of mutual pleasure. The aftercare was more of an emotional need, one that I considered to be unnecessary therefore didn't engage in.

I didn't hug, hold hands or kiss. It had no benefit and in worst cases it just got me hard for nothing.

Last night tho was considered necessary, because had I not stayed she would've probably had a stroke or worse which wouldn't be beneficial for her studies that I was investing on.

I hadn't stayed in bed with her for too long after she'd fallen asleep. I had work to do and my brain wouldn't let me sleep for longer than two hours until the work was done. On top of that my clothes were wrinkling and itching uncomfortable due to how much she clinged and moved in my arms during her sleep.

I suppose.. it wasn't the biggest necessity but I still counted it as one. Therefore, it made sense.

I took a quick look at the finished result of the schedule I'd prepared for Colleen and with that I called a maid to inform Colleen about it so that she could start working.

I got up from my chair correcting my suit as I was already in a rush to my next meeting. Something about a new big idea.

I had a bittersweet feeling about these types of meetings. In one hand, they were repetitive and out of the hundreds of starter full of visions and creativity, only 0,01%  ended up making it with only motivation.

They lacked many things, but I suppose I liked giving people chances like the saint I was.

Sebastian was already waiting for me down stairs at my outside doors and with a short exchange of dialog, we headed off to the road, where I took a quick background check on people who would be joining this meeting.

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'' A robot teddy bear that would be every human's assistant! Think of it, we are a social specie and with a robot teddy bear, designed to be you're personal assistant, lover or best friend, the numbers of depression would decrees enormously '' Gilbert, went on showing this- teddy bear's qualities and functions while we listened to his presentation.

A. Fucking. Teddy bear. That was his big idea?

I stared at his plan on the big screen, lifting my elbow to the table and dragged my hand along my face keeping it above my mouth as I suppressed an irritated groan, my forehead creasing in pure disbelief while I did my best to keep a stoic expression at the head of the table.

It was almost impressive how someone's absurdity could get on my nerves so easily.

How did he even get in here?

After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped chatting and the whole room went silent until all the entrepreneurs and investors started talking to each other while going over the presentation in their little books while I stayed quiet staring at Gilbert's small head, wondering just how much thought he put in there.

'' What do you think Mr. McGowan. '' Cassandra- one of the investors- spoke catching everyone's attention to me.

I held my silence for a beat longer warily creating a tension, as I slowly straightened myself, before I started to pack my stuff.