Pretty Boys // cashton + muke \\

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Chapter 32 (edited May 2021)

Luke smiled as politely as he could as he handed a few files to Yvonne.

"Slut," The woman whispered under her breath.

"Whore," Luke muttered beneath a cough as he walked away. His heels clicked against the linoleum as he made his way to the copy room with a few documents in his hand. The blonde set the first paper under the lid of the copy machine and pressed a few buttons before it started copying.

A smirk fell upon his lips when he felt a hand on his ass. The blonde spun around, thinking he would be faced with Michael, his eyes widening and his stomach dropping when he saw Randy standing behind him. Luke pushed Randy back with a disgusted pull of his lips.

"Oh, hey Luke," Randy smirked.

"Um, hello" Luke stuttered. He snatched his files from the copy machine and tried to move past the grey eyed man. Randy stepped in front of Luke, shutting the door.

"Excuse me," Luke said, calm but firm,, trying to get past the man. Randy shoved Luke back, trapping him against the copy machine with his body. Luke inhaled sharply, blinking hard against the heat in his eyes.

"I'm getting really fucking tired of you rejecting me, Luke," Randy seethed, his nose pressing against Luke's jaw. The blonde gulped, gripping his files tightly.

" 'm getting tired of having to reject you. Get off of me, asshole," Luke spat, struggling against Randy's grip.

"You're a little bitch," Randy retorted, reaching down to unbutton Luke's shirt. The blonde shoved the man's hands away, grunting.

"And you're disgusting," Luke yelled as he slammed his knee into the mans crotch. Randy groaned as Luke shoved him and quickly escaped the room. His chest heaved with unsure, shaky breaths as he rode the elevator to the floor above.

A quiet sob left Luke's mouth as he entered Michaels office, his files falling to the floor as he slammed the door. Michael jumped up from his desk with furrowed eyebrows, Luke's heavy breathing filling his office. Luke ran up to Michael and threw his arms around his torso, burying his face in his chest.

"What's wrong, baby? Shh, you're okay," Michael gently wrapped his arms around Luke, cupping the back of his head and gently rubbing his back. Luke cried into Michael's shoulder, shaking his head. Michael walked backwards until he fell back onto the couch in his office, carefully pulling Luke onto his lap, sideways so he didn't stretch his skirt.

"He just scared me and he tried to unbutton my shirt," Luke sniffled after a few minutes of quietly crying into Michael's shoulder. The blonde was shaken up as old anxiety sparked in his veins.

"Who, baby? Tell me who did it," Michael said, gently rubbing Luke's back. The blonde sniffled again, leaning back so Michael could see his tear stained face.

"Randy. He pushed me against the copy machine and tried to unbutton my shirt. He said he was tired of getting rejected by me," Luke said through small hiccups and little breaks between words.

"He didn't touch you, did he?" Michael asked firmly. Luke shook his head, slumping against Michael, resting his head on the man's shoulder.

"No, I kneed him in the balls," Luke mumbled. Michael sighed, gently kissing Luke's forehead.

"Good job, baby boy. Come on, let's get some lunch. Where do you want to eat?" Michael suggested, getting up from the couch and setting Luke on his feet. The blonde wiped his cheeks and eyes, sniffing softly.