CEO's Eye Candy 「Septiplier」

Chapter 1

I'm Jack, I recently moved to New York City on an escape from my parents. They hate me. I don't know why, but I think it's because I'm gay. No, they aren't homophobic or anything like that, they accepted my sister when she came out... but they didn't like it when I did. I think they we're hoping badly that our genes would pass down into grandchildren that we're related to them. Apparently they didn't know (even after I told them about it) that I was going to let a woman use my sperm to have a child. I tried explaining it so many times but they ignored me. They kicked me out of the house as soon as I finished high school. I did live on my own for awhile in a dorm at an art school until I saw that Fischbach Inc. needed graphic designers, two to be exact. I applied right away not really noticing that the requirements were for me to move and work inside the building, but I got accepted for an interview, and did it across Skype. They asked when I would be able to move, and start working and despite my shock, I told them two weeks. surprisingly I found an okay apartment... scratch that, it was amazing. The only things that were wrong with it, was that the heater didn't work, the people above me had no carpeting, and I had a roommate.

My roommate wasn't bad though, she was super chill about sharing a small apartment with someone. I had to tell her I was gay though, because she really was only open to girl roommates but I convinced her I wasn't a pervert. The room itself wasn't as small as I thought it was going to be, so that was a plus one. The landlord had let the people before her build a small loft for a twin sized bed, so she took that while I slept on the couch underneath it. We decided to take turns getting groceries every month, and whoever didn't buy groceries would pay the larger amount of rent.

Work turned out to be really fun. The people on my floor were all fun to hang out with, and we always went out to dinner together on Tuesdays. After I went out to lunch, I was invited to go out to a new sushi place down the street. When I of course accepted, people were all talking about how there was a new job opening as Mr. Fischbach's PA. Everyone was taking flyers and such from the lunchroom. I grabbed one to look at. It had a slightly better pay than my job, but I wasn't really interested. I loved the job I have now, it was kinda fun. That and I heard rumors that all of the people who worked with "The Boss" were his childhood friends. Yeah, no thanks. Almost everyone on my floor except me seemed to apply and I honestly couldn't understand why they did. Oh wait, better pay. I'm an idiot, but at least I got through college. Although now that I think about it, I'm not sure I've ever seen Mr. Fischbach. Sure, he was all over the news all the time but it was usually his PA's or his friends that showed up at interviews and such. Apparently that's how busy he is.

At the end of the day one of my coworkers Felix, came out to get me from the building so we could head out. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and started talking nonstop about how stressed out work was making him and how he really needed a drink. I looked at my friend with a somber smile and noticed from the corner of my eye a man was looking at me up and down... was he... checking me out? I could feel a blush rising to my cheeks. Oh goodness, it's been quite awhile since someone checked me out. Maybe he was just judging me though. I never really wore a suit to work like he was. I usually just wore a sweater and some jeans. That and he was completely handsome. I quickly averted my eyes from the man and giggled when I realized Felix was still droning on about his work.

The sushi didn't really turn out to be all that good. At one point during our meal a tall, bald, and quite muscled man came asking to sit next to me. I didn't understand why he would want to sit next to me because there were a few other seats open at the bar that had no one sitting next to them. I just took it as a compliment and went back to the conversation at hand.

"So Jack, did you take a flyer from the break room?" Another one of my co workers Marzia, asked.

"What flyers?" I asked.