He's My Boss

- Chapter 13 -

-Chapter 13-







JACOBS POV











"Okay.. how does this one look?"

"Like you're trying to hard".


Ughhh, damn it all! Damn this permissive night!




"Clayton, I have been trying on and token off outfits for the last two hours!" My eyes went to the black clock strapped on my wrist, "And I have exactly seven minutes before August arrives!"
Ballistic I tell you, completely ballistic had my senses gone. Ever since I left work and gotten home to get ready for dinner with Chresanto and his family, my mind has went into a disunderstanding whirlpool.
I mean, it's not my fault I've never met any one else's family besides my own, it's not my fault I have no clue what to do, what to say, I-I mean how to I act? Ugh, it's not my fault, it's not my fault!!!





"What's not your fault?"
Great...
"I was speaking my thoughts out loud a second ago, wasn't I"?
"Mhmm".
"Ughhh"! I've been sighing a lot lately, hmm, wonder why.
"Jacob, seriously kiddo just calm down, it's just dinner, I repeat, just dinner!" Monica spoke as calmly as one could be, before raising off of my silk red covered bed.

Easy for her to say, she's not the one who is about to meet the man of her dreams relatives.




"Look".
I felt hands brush along my shoulders indicating me to take off my sweater.
"Once you step inside the house, greet everyone, and calm down, you'll probably be completely relaxed by then." I obeyingly watched Monica take the cloth out of my hands and head to my open door closet.
B-but probably isn't definite...
My lip quivered in defeat, god I'm acting like a punk, a vulnerable scared punk.
This man has gotten control of my self esteem and actions, of course Chresanto has no idea he does because I act different around him... Reason why.. Im not sure.. well I do, I-I just.. ughh.
I can't let him control this relationship.
Call me spoiled, call me selfish and demanding but..
I made that mistake once before, letting someone have their complete say on what I should do, where I should go and to wrap everything and all that mess up, i-it didn't end well.
So basically, I don't have any intentions of causing a repeat.






I have to be careful with Chresanto.. To make this, to make "us"...last.



"Heads up Sir". The sound of Clayton's sudden words made my shoulders jump as I felt a heavy silk material on my head.
Nice reflexes Jacob..
"Ugh, what was that for"?.. I stubbornly pulled down the object off my face.
"Just put the jacket on".
Bicth.
My eyes excessively rolled while my hands felt along the leather surface.
Wait a second..
Is this- "Monica where did you find this damn thing". Clayton was now back to her comfortable position on my bed, "In one of those brown boxes you had behind the hangers."



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"This box you're talking about, d-did it have a label that said * do not touch*".
"Mhmm".
Of course she still open's it.
"Clayton I'm not wearing this". Throwing the jacket onto the floor with nothing but dis interest my ears picked up an annoying sound.
"Whyyy noott".
Wait, scratch that last phrase, I ment to say a very annoying sound.
Ughhh..
"Because....umm... b-because I'm not okay."
I folded my arms across my chest, my jaw automatically lifted with self centered pride.
"And you can't force me to".
"THE HELL I CAN"!
This woman, why is she yelling!..




Loud foot steps erupted around the room from my secretary stomping towards me, picking up the black shiny clothing as she did.
"You didn't even look at the thing! Or try it on"!
Why are you yelling when I'm standing meters away from you.
"If I said I'm not wearing it then do not expect me to put it on."
My arm lifted in frustration, to only run my shaken fingers through the now sweated out curls above.
My eyes helplessly peeked at my watch.



I Wish they did'nt.


"We'll then I guess I'm going to have to put it on you then?, hmm".
I seriously don't have time for this, honestly.
I stood defiantly still as the wincth pulled my bare arms through the sleeves of the spike collard jacket, my breath only huffed In response.
"Finally".
Some one sounds pretty confident.
"And now for the finishing touch".
Great, I wonder what that could be...
My stare boringly gazed on Clayton while she left from near me to her purse on the marble night stand.
"If you're taking make up out of that bag you can still your hands right now, cause I am not walking out this place looking like a clown".
All jokes aside.





"Oh hush up Perez, I'm not taking out make up."
Thank God.
I saw her hands grip a white and black stripped box, a small card board box you could say..
"And even if I wanted to put make up on you it's not like you need it Sir, it already looks like you have eyeLiner and blush on."
Curse these feminine features.
"Now come here".
"Please would have been nice".
She sighed, "please can you come here Jacob".
Nope, it's to late, the remark has already been said, you can't re word it.



Standing in front of Monica as my focus intently stayed on the object in her right hand, she began to slowly open the top white flap.
What is it?
My curiosity soonly whirled down as I looked at the heart shaped bottle of ...
.......
perfume?
But for some reason.. the liquid was red?..
I didn't know they made coloring dye for fragrances.
"Soo you want me to meet Chresanto's family with a skin tight out fit on, while.. smelling like a god awful woman"?.



The jacket I have on isn't really "skin" tight, but it is tight enough..
And I'm not even sure if the perfume really smells "god awful", but that's just my skepticism speaking.
"First off, this jacket is not all that tight but it does compliment your arms and your hips".
M-my hips.
"Yes your hips sir, you can un widened your eyes, if you haven't noticed your body lately, you do have slight curves".
I don't know if I should take those words as an insult or..
"And my perfume!, this perfume does not stink!" Monica spoke In such defensive mode as a sudden loud noise made the both of us still.




BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!




Oh god, he's here.
Oh gosh, oh gosh, w-what do I do, h-he's here, I'm not even ready yet!!
Probably from reading my frightened expression Clayton suddenly and tightly gripped one of my hands to break me out of the panic trance.
"Jacob Perez get a hold of yourself
Right now, remember what I told you before, everything, this whole night is going to be completely fine".
"Alright"?


I only nodded like a lost child in desperate need for his mother's arrival.
"Now come on, I'll walk you to the door, do you have everything".
God it's so crazy, completely crazy how only Chresanto, just Chresanto can cause me to go from calm to my heart beating iraticly in only matter of seconds.
"Umm". My hands began to pat the pockets of my black slacks, "I-I think so".
I guess my tone wasn't really that convincing cause my secretary soon began to act like her position and name things off of her "list".



"Phone"?
Back pocket Jake.
"Mhmm".
"Keys".
Front pants pocket
"Uh, yes".
We soon came to a stop at my white painted front door.
"Mints Perez"?
What you trying to say.
I slightly smirked, "Also in my back pocket, yes I have some".
"Condom"?
"Umm let me seeee-"
Wait.
-_-
"No".
I spoke in a flat voice, my expression completely emotionless.


"Whaaat, don't look at me like that, you don't know if Chresanto wants you to come to his house after or you want him at yours".
Monica tried giving me an innocent look but I obviously could see that devious smile she was hiding.
"You really are sick, you know that right"?
I felt her small hand slightly slap my covered chest, "Tell me something I don't know Jacob, now go on, don't worry I'll lock up, I still have that spare key you gave me".
Which me reminds..
I need to get my key back.


Giving Mrs.Loca a quick hug and her spraying me with that damn toxic fragrance, I quickly then went out my door and headed to the stairs, only hearing Chresanto's car horn again.











CHRESANTOS POV









"Yes Ma my boss, mhmm, mhmm, wait-no, you don't need to cook that much".
My head shook in disbelieve, consciously listening to the sound of my mothers voice as I suddenly saw Jacob walking towards my car from the corner of my eye.


"Will see you in a few minutes Ma, were on our way now".
Not waiting for another response from her since all of my interest and attention went onto Jacob, (as usual) I quickly ended the call and opened the passenger door for him.





"Good evening Chresanto".
Hello beautiful.
"Good evening Sir".
I showed a genuine smile, ignoring my desperate thoughts as my gaze inspected Jacob's appearance while he seemed un knowingly from the focus he put on his seat belt.




Gosh, If I could possibly be aroused by just an out fit on some one, then it would definitely be my boss.
My tongue willingly licked my lips from the sight I was taking in, nicely shaped and shown curves soonly took over my vision.


It's really not an every day thing you know, when you see your own boss out of his works clothes and Instead in a tight leather jacket.


My eyes felt suddenly heavy in satisfaction from the Devine smell that invaded my nose.
"G-god Jacob, you smell"...




I trancly whispered, not even finishing my sentence while I gained a slight scared look from the man before me.
"W-what's wrong, d-does it smell bad, oh gosh I-I told her- Ughhh, I can just change".
His words were flowing in such a scramble as the action of Jacobs hand gripping the door handle made me grab both his arms, the air suddenly stilling as if it could.
"N-no".
I gained my speech back.



"You didn't l-let me finish". My grip slowly unloosened, the smooth & rough texture of his jacket laid beneath the palm of my hands.
"You didn't let me finish Sir, what I was trying to say was you smell completely exotic, honestly exotic"...
I slowly exhaled a deep breath, my hands and eyes battling with self conscious since Jacobs back was to me, "I-I love the way you smell and look tonight Mr.Perez". I couldn't help but growl out the man's last name since my hormones were taking necessary control.
But of course.
Redness stocked to my cheeks once Jacob turned his head to look at me with a heart warming expression.
"T-Thank you August".
Lips
His lips
So pink, so wet, so close.. To mines, I couldn't help but give a half cornered smile, "You're Welcome Jacob".









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Ten minutes



It's been ten complete minutes into the drive to get to my own child hood home.
The home I grew up in, the home I shared with three others, the neighbor I am from, the neighbor I'm slightly ashamed of....
Compared to Jacob's.





I can tell Jacob has never been to this side of town because once we reached inside the border line of
South side, his eyes been nothing but attached to the window, teeth biting hard on his bottom lip as if he was fighting with him self to ask me travelers questions.





I-It's not really that I'm ashamed of my background, it's just.. I don't want Jacob to look at me like lesser than a man.. Lesser than a man then he is.. S-since I'm considered "low class", "poor", in his standards.





I couldn't control the low sigh that escaped my lips from my worried filled thoughts.
Ughhh
I just need to calm down, everything is going to be fine, completely fine.







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JACOBS POV







"We're here".



The two words made my torso to jump from surprise, eyes completely inspecting my surroundings.
"Huh"?..
"I said we arrived Sir.. T-to my family's house".
Right, right, right.. Family dinner with Chresanto and his folks.
I gulped.
It seems my curiosity got the best of me and controlled my mind.
I mean, I never knew L.A looked liked this, I-I mean I didn't know there was actual neighborhoods that looked soooo....
dirty.....
dangerous....
hazardous.




"Are you alright Jacob"?
Am I alright?!?! Hell no, I'm fearing for my life right now!!
"Mhmm". My headed nodded un controllably fast, heart beating beyond normal.
"If you're alright then why are you shaking Jake"?
Chresanto frowned at me while my head lowered in response, gaze stuck on my fidgeting hands in my lap.
"Gosh, I-I can just take you back home Sir, If you feel this un comfortable".
Regret and remorse was filled in nothing but Chresanto's tone making the series of guilt to enter my mind.
Ughhh, why am I acting such like a selfish jerk, My b-boyfriend.


That "b" word is gonna take some time for getting ust to.


August, H-He went through all this trouble, and time and I know damn well courage to ask me if I can meet his family, so meeting his family is what I plan to do.
"Like I said before Chres, I'm alright". My voice was utterly less shaky then before but my head remained low, it remained lowered until I felt soft fingers grasping my chin.
"Thank you".
Chresanto mumbled lowly, our faces completely inches apart while my lashes bashed in embarrassment from our close ness.
"You're w-welco-, mmmm"




His lips on top of mines stopped the thought and action of any words escaping my mouth, no words, instead...moans.
"Ughhh".
I couldn't stop my self or control my frenzy as my actions got in gear, hands now constantly running down Chresanto's chest.
God he's so built, how does he manage to stay in perfect shape along with all the things at work.
I whimpered lowly once feeling Chres's tongue slid across my own, legs helplessly crossing to stop the growing erection to become any bigger.





"W-wait Chres". My breath came out completely rigid once his lips pulled away from my own and instead on the skin of my neck.
Ignoring the use of responding to me, August only slid his plump lips up further, higher to the point he was on the side of my face. Causing me to gasp, palms hitting his shoulders.
"Damn it Chres, w-wait".
I was completely out of it now, my cheeks felt utter heat, the air in this car, the atmosphere, I-it's so hot..
I didn't even realize how fast my heart was beating until my chest felt his own pressed against mines, and unbelievably, they were going at the same iratic speed.
"I-I'm sorry Jacob but...".
He was rambling, I couldn't see his face, not even from the corner of my eye, only, I could feel his mouth against my ear, hot breaths escaping.
I simply sighed in content, my heavy lids closing and reopening before I decided to rear this man out of his misery and embarrassment.



"It's okay Chres".
He immediately paused his words, highly guessing his brows were probably tucked together.
"Huh"?..
My head turned automatically, the two of us finally looking eye to eye.
"I said it's fine".
I pecked his lips.
"We're fine"...





If my heart could just smile...
Just for the moment..




Gaining my favorite teeth filled grin from him, Chresanto leaned his head more forward, our foreheads now pressed together.
"Good,
Thats good.. Cause I have some people I want you to meet".



And my heart soonly picks up again.......








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"Just hold my hand, and don't let go, Okay".
Augusts low voice stayed filtering in my mind as the two of us stood outside the baby blue house, our attention fixed on the waiting-to-be-opened door.
Well...
A part of my attention..
You can't really blame me for still being a little nervous.


"COMING"!!!
A sudden high pitched voice made my knees become helplessly weak, the grip on Chresanto's fingers automatically tightening.


Here we go..

















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Happy birthday baby ❤❤❤💕
🎉💕🎈🎁

My one and only CC

(Craig, Crippen)

Yes I gave him that nick name, you got a problem with it or you try to steal it, best believe you'll be dead!!!

e.e

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