Mr.Graceffa doesn't do romance.

Chapter 16

{Time skip to three weeks later}

{Joeys Pov}

I sat on the phone, listening to our teamed television company, the TV provider for all my hotels, babble on and on about how they wanted a raise in share profits because of complaints they've received, which they ate blaming on my lack of service signal, but I doubt that's the case.

Joey: Listen, okay? I don't think that is the actual problem. I'll come down to the hotel that is having these issues on, what, is Tuesday of next week okay? No, not this upcoming Tuesday, the Tuesday after that. No, Saturday won't work for me. The latest I'll come is Tuesday and the earliest can be Monday if I can get my private jet repaired in time. Okay, thanks. Goodbye.

I hung up the phone, mumbling about how I needed to fire the manager when the time was right, and scribbling down the address and number. All the way in New York City. I looked up to my doorway to see Shane standing there in his suit, holding a folder of contracts.

Shane: I've talked to all the other managers across the country, their service is fine so you don't have to worry about that.

Shane walked to my desk and dropped the files on my desk, and I rubbed my temple.

Joey: Where are my doormen? How was I not informed about you coming on before you did?

Shane: They are on lunch break. Luckily for me, I have so much shit to do that I'll have to skip it.

Shane sighed and popped up onto my desk, pushing my golden name tag to the side.

Joey: Sorry about all the paperwork. Guys with your job often quit after a month from stress. I'm actually surprised you've stayed so long. You know you could quit that annoying task and I'd still take care of your ass, right?

I asked him, going through the files. He nodded and I looked up at him.

Shane: Yeah, but with my additude I don't know if I can rely on myself to keep you as my whatever.

Joey:...Your...whatever?

I chuckled. He nudged me in the chest a bit and I put the papers down, paying full attention to him.

Shane: Well, you know. I don't think we've clearly established us as anything official. We're not deep enough to be lovers or boyfriends, as much as I'd love that. I consider us fuck buddies.

I laughed and put my hand on his thigh, rubbing a circle slowly in the print of his jeans. I looked up at him.

Joey: No, that's not a proper word for it. We do so much more than that, such a lecherous term.

Shane took my hand in his and interlocked out fingers, rubbing his thumb over mine. In a deep whisper he spoke.

Shane: You know it's been a couple weeks. I've been feeling pretty lonely. What about tonight, we can go out to dinner or something. My treat.

I rolled my eyes, looking at the door, to Shane, to back at the door, worried about the unprofessional situation. Although I'm sure we're, as a couple, sitting in a glass closet.

Joey: Now why would I make you pay for it when I can pull money out of my ass?

Shane: I don't know. Don't you think I owe you something, for putting up with me for so long? I mean, I know it hasn't been that long but it seems like an eternity for me.

I sighed.

Joey: I love putting up with your bullshit, it's a lot of fun seeing you so outspoken and out of your lane sometimes with people, and then the contrast of difference when we get back to my bedroom.

A light pink colored became apparent across Shane's cheek, and he looked up at the ceiling to chuckle.

Shane: I'm not as rude as you make me out to be.

Joey: What, I make you out to be rude? I think you're confused. You're not as rude as you make yourself out to be.

Shane looked back at me, letting go of my hand and hopping off my desk.

Shane: So tonight? Dinner? And if you really wanna pay, you can.

Shane winked at me as he walked towards the door.

Joey: Yes, sure.

I watched him walk away, and I sunk back in my chair, checking the clock to see if time made any progress. Barely. It was going to be a long day.

The thought of Shane ran through my mind and my heart pounded, so hard I felt nauseous and anxious. We've been talking on and off for a while, but we have kind of distanced ourselves these past weeks. To be thrusted back into the position of going on a date with someone as deserving as him and someone as despise able as myself worries me.

It's a weird feeling, having an empire and no one to share it with. It's as if I'll keep finding new things, items, to fill the void of not having human interaction. But like a child in Feburary, I'll get bored with my old Christmas presents and want new things. It's this boring game of Cat and Mouse, yet the mouse is never caught, regardless of how much of a natural predator I am.

This is why I need Shane beside me. Caring for someone else is hard to do when they're so easy to love and put up such little challenge. That's where Shane enters, the plot thickens. He's such a good little hero, taking care of his mother and barely making it through. Almost like a touching, 90's Disney movie.

But here enters I, the villian. And like any good Hero-villian movie, the two opposing forces tend to have a strange relationship between the two, keeping each other spinning in circles until one usually falls out.

I would hate to spoil the plot, but Shane looks much prettier bleeding than I do.

{SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER, I'M TRYING TO UPDATE ALL MY FICS. ALSO. HUGE PLOTTWIST AHAHA}