The Boss [LGBT]

Chapter 17

I pulled the tray of breakfast over my lap. It was two cinnamon rolls with chocolate milk. A light breakfast that would fill me up but not make me tired. I ate it quickly, wondering where Lafayette was because he was normally in the flat still. I put the tray next to the sink after I was done and walked into the bathroom. A new pair of clothes were hanging on a hanger from the shower rod, a pair of matching shoes below them. The shorts were moderately short shorts. They stopped a little above the middle of my thigh and they weren't too tight. They fit perfectly in the waist and were snug in the butt, but otherwise were the correct type of looseness. The shirt was a white shirt that was a little see-through. It was a button-up one and the sleeves were folded up to the elbows. I changed out of my clothes, showered, and decided on one of my thongs, but it wasn't one of those gross thongs that were just a string up your ass. The thong part of it was bigger so it was kind of like underwear between a thong and regular briefs, so you could see some assage but not all of it. It was black and tight and pretty sexy. I put on some deodorant and rubbed lotion onto my cleanly shaven legs. I refused to wear my shorts short with hairy legs. So I always shaved them. 

I rubbed the lotion all over my body actually because it was a fruity kind of lotion that I loved. I sprayed some vanilla perfume as well and then mussed up my hair. I slipped on the shorts, and if I had a flat ass then it would be loose in the butt, but I actually have a pretty round ass. I put on the shirt, leaving the first two buttons unbuttoned, the sleeves stopping at my elbows. It wasn't tight but it was slim and showed the narrowness of my torso. I put on the shoes and grabbed my wallet and phone. I went out to the office and sighed when Lafayette wasn't there. I went into the workroom and groaned when no one was in there. I went back into the office and sat on the couch. I pulled out my phone and called Michael because Lafayette just doesn't want to have a cell phone like a normal person.

"Hello?" Michael asked.

"Where is everyone?" I asked back.

"Lafayette gave the day off to everyone."

"Well where is he then? He said we were going to have a day off but he's not here damn it."

"I don't know. He'll show up eventually."

"Whatever."

"Quit bitching."

"I'm not. He just needs to get here."

"I'm hanging up."

"What! Don't-"

He hung up. The bitch hung up on me. Bitch...

A few minutes later I heard a ding of the elevator from the workroom. I ran out the door and straight into the elevator before he got out. "Where we going?" I asked.

"We are going to the mall."

"Shopping?"

"Only in stores we don't shop at."

I laughed. "Sounds fun. None of your stores then. I guess we'll be helping your competition."

"It'll be worth it."

So we went to the mall. I don't think many people actually recognized Lafayette because he wasn't in a suit. He was just wearing a white t-shirt and holey jeans. You could see his tattoos, and I think that's why people didn't recognize him, which was good. We went to a maternity store first, looking through the pretty clothing for pregnant ladies. It wasn't that busy during the day because it was a Thursday and in early afternoon, but people still gave us bizarre looks. Maybe we were shopping for a friend. She could be pregnant, but then again - who buys pregnancy clothes for a pregnant woman? You buy baby stuff. Whatever. We left the store and skipped any children's stores because we didn't want to look like pedophiles. An obviously gay guy with a tatted up guy in a little girls clothing store? Yeah right. We went to an old lady store next, and those old ladies are so nice. One asked me who I was shopping for and I said my mother. If my mother had really been there she would've slapped me so hard for calling her old. I did buy some antique necklaces for my grandmas, though, because they liked to have tea parties with all the ladies in the family occasionally and they'd get all dolled up. We hit a store for douchebags and I couldn't help but wonder if any of those guys who shopped there wore those gaudy, flashy clothing because they were insecure about something. Probably their small penises.