Nicolas wasn't a man that got scared easily, nor intimidated. Not until he met his new boss Mr. Julian Tomas. He screamed pure seduction down to his mysterious grey eyes. Nicolas couldn't let this attraction go anywhere. He needed it to stay profess...
My head was pounding as soon as I cracked my eyes to look at whoever I was gripping onto. The early sunlight blinded me from the twink I was looking at. I silently in my head cursed myself for drinking so much, I cursed the sunlight, and I cursed the twink that was grinding his erection into my thigh. I took a deep breath to calm myself down before I threw this twink onto the floor.
"Daddy," The sleeping twink next to me finally woke up, "I want you." He ran a hand down my side and humped my leg like a dog. Oh God, how pathetic.
"I'm sorry, boy. I've got to go to work." I began to push him off me when he groped my dick. It wasn't a unpleasant feeling, it was unwanted though. I gripped his wrist and grabbed for the other one when he seemed hell-bent-on arousing me. "You're being a bad boy. I don't play with bad boys." He pouted and backed off on my threat. "Now, if you're a good boy all day today, I'll find you tonight at the club." The boy nodded eagerly and jumped out of my bed.
"I'll be a good boy today for you, Master Julian." He picked his clothes off the floor and threw them on. He blew me a kiss and walked out of the bedroom. I buzzed my CPO to follow him out.
"Mr. Tomas, it is eight o'clock." Mrs. Petunia Gram, my maid or second-mother, had knocked on my door before stepping in the room.
"Petunia, I insist that you call me Julian, you are like my mother." She blushed and waved me off.
"Mr. Tomas, you know that I won't so stop asking me to." She laid her hands on her hips and cocked her left hip out. "Anyway, I came in here to inform you that Mrs. Black had called with your schedule for today and that you are needed at the office before a quarter past nine." I ran a hand down my face then threw the blankets off of me.
"Fine. I'll be there when I get there though." Petunia left the room, softly shutting the door behind her. I groaned and sat up. I know i was acting like a ten year old, but I really didn't want to go to work. Not today at least. Work was my place to escape all the clingy subs that liked to stay over, or a father that was begging me for money constantly.
I got out off bed and walked to the bathroom where I did my business. I walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around my hips from the shower I took to wake me up. I sauntered into my walk-in closet, stared at the multitude of suits, and was deciding between the black one or the other black one. Yet, I picked out the grey one.
I went downstairs and found Calvin waiting for me at the door. "Are you ready to go, sir?" I nodded stiffly and followed him out the front door. He opened the back door to my black Cadillac Escalade. I waved him off when he was going to assist me inside. I'm not a handicap nor am I disabled, I don't need to feel like one.
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"Off to work?" He said when he slid into the driver's seat. I nodded in the rear view mirror as he shifted the gear stick into place. I grabbed my phone from my suit pant's pocket before swiping my thumb over it to use it. I opened the text Melanie had sent me with my schedule. Oh God, I have an interview first thing as soon as I get there. Why did she schedule it this way? I called her.
