The Boss' Genius

His Greed

This went on for days, Stiles would wake up in Derek's arms. They never wanted to leave the bed, it seemed like their little affair could only last so long and they would have to return to work pretending that this thing between them wasn't real. Two days after they stopped, everything for Derek stopped for the most part Stiles stopped, he moved Derek down a floor, and gave him actual work that benefit the company.

Derek was seething mad though, first they fück like animals and can never leave each others arms then he just threw him out like he was yesterday's trash. Derek wasn't the type you just fück and leave like nothing, Derek was going to change that. Stiles may be his boss, but Derek was really in charge.
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It was killing Stiles not to run his hands through Derek's hair and tug as hard as he could until he could see who was boss. Ethan talked him out of Derek, he couldn't be involved with one of his employees. Fück no one even knew that he was gay, only Ethan and Scott knew and the men he usually slept with didn't give a shit about who he was. Derek got under his skin and he can't shake him, he was his every thought. He couldn't even concentrate on his work, and Ethan was busting his nuts about an upcoming presentation.

He continuously taps his pen against the desk, and his foot against the floor. He can't focus, he hasn't talked to Derek in two weeks and he can't stand it anymore. Growling in frustration he pushing everything off the desk, walking out of his office and dialling his best mate.

"Stiles! What's up?" The phone was answered almost immediately, and the sound of Scott's voice filled his ears.

"I can't get him out of my head. I haven't looked at him or touched him in two weeks. If I go to him I won't be able to stop myself. I'll go fücking crazy." Stiles mutters as he enters his elevator, wary of any eavesdroppers.

"Go on a date then. You obviously like his guy but you made your own rules for a reason." Stiles hadn't thought about going on a date, maybe that would help.

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Derek and Stiles left at the same time that day. Derek wasn't in a suit today, some would call it casual Friday and Stiles obviously didn't get the memo. They stood awkwardly together on the lift, neither glancing at the other. Stiles was well dressed like, better than "oh I'm just leaving work dressed" and he smelled amazing just as if he sprayed cologne recently.

Derek ignored it, just as Stiles has ignored him for the past two weeks. Something that Derek hasn't felt in a long time comes stirring to the surface, but he quickly buries it back down and passes it off as nothing.

"Hot date." Derek broke the silence, instantly regretting it.

"The hottest." Stiles remarks, making Derek all the more pissed off.

He clenches his fists so tight that they turn white, they haven't been this close in so long that he doesn't really know what to do. He keeps his distance away from Stiles, like literally in the corner of the elevator.

Derek starts to think that this is literally the longest fücking elevator ride of this life, as if on cue the doors slide open and he hightails it out of there like no tomorrow.

Something takes over Derek and he keeps a close watch on Stiles car as he follows it. He's lost the plot, he's gone stalker and there is no going back. He questions what he is doing every minute that he follows Stiles.

Stiles pulls into a little Italian restaurant and Derek quickly follows close. He wasn't lying, outside waiting for Stiles was a gorgeous guy who was in Derek's book 10/10, but that quickly fades when he becomes super jealous. Getting out of his car he follows him into the restaurant.

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Stiles honestly doesn't even get the chance to sit down before he was hauled into the bathroom. Literally. Next thing he knows is the door is getting locked and he is pushed face first against the wall.

"You think you could fücking ignore me for two weeks? Now I've turned into a fücking stalker with a constant raging hard-on." Derek growls harshly into his ear and thrusts against his asś causing him to moan, grabbing Stiles by the hair he rips him around to face him. "You've made me feel something that I haven't felt in years."

"What? An orgasm?" Stiles sarcastically asks as usual, it wasn't very convincing because Stiles was feeling literally weak to the knees, as he felt Derek's cöck against his stomach. But Derek didn't sound like himself, he was unrecognisable almost.

"You're hilarious. But something a little different." Before he could utter something else Derek's eyes literally changed colour. It was a vibrant blue and he couldn't take his eyes away.

"What the fück are you?"

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HOW IS STILES GOING TO PROCESS WHAT DEREK IS!?

LONG TIME NO SEE?!?!

I'm so shit when it comes it updates. This story wasn't going to be supernatural but I changed my mind and I feel like I can actually take this plot somewhere. Sorry for the short chapter and the shitty quality because it hasn't been edited.

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