Zero slammed his fist down on, Nikolas's mahogany desk. Pilot Gel Pens rolled from the surface to the floor, documents fluttered everywhere.
"Winston! Your father may own Mercer Co but I am the Boss here in this office! Either try with Eliót, or clean out your desk!" Nikolas calmly collected his fallen pens, reorganized his files and glared at Zero.
"Fine." He growled, venomously.
Standing he stormed from the room slamming the door as he left.
Well so be it! If I can't get rid of the bastard..you kissed him..oh shut up!...
As I was saying..you're in denial....shut the fuck up!
Zero grudgedly returned to his desk, glaring at his partner. Eliót glared right back.
Eliót's POV:
Zero was irate.
My cup of coffee rolled onto the carpet due to the force of him just sitting down! I raised an eyebrow fighting a smirk, I lost.
"What is so fuckin funny, Eliót?"
Is that a question? Ignoring the hulk infront of me, I bent to pick up the ceramic pieces. I could feel his eyes on my ass. So I wiggled it..."Ya like the view?" I asked pokering my face.
His eyes widened and his mouth went slack. "Your.....fa.....face!" I couldn't contain my laughter anymore, his face was the colour of a tomato now.
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I turned to a very pissed and very big Zero. His chest was broad and I found myself slammed against it when I turned back. His hands had a iron grip on me and pain shot through my forearms. "Y-you're hurting me!" I growled my muscles aching from this fuckin muscular chit.
Zero's POV:
Y-you're hurting me!
Eliót's words didn't register, but what did was infuriating. I registered his soft pink full lips, dazzling golden orbs, his silky dark curls that he ran a straightener over this morning..then his scent. A sweetly erotic fragrance wrecked havoc on my senses.
"Pl-please..you're hurting me, Zero.." Eliót's voice trailed off and I realized I had let go of him. His footsteps slowly retreating further and further away.
"Wait!" I scarcely heard myself but it was there. Damn it!
I dropped into my seat and my head fell into my hands. I had scared him.
Just like that night....I let my thoughts trail off.
Eliót's mouth tasted sweet. The spicy aroma of Whiskey and Scotch were hell on my consciousness. I found myself unzipping his tight midnight coloured material from his person...then he was gone...
I replayed the scene of Vixens & Rakes in my head, over and over. I didn't even need a picture of him. I remembered the dip of his waist, the curve of his ass in those jeans, even the slight dimples in his back.
In my dreams I traced my fingertips against the outline of Pokémon and band tattoos. A Poké ball with Pika and Bulb coming out of it with misty red and yellow smoke decorated his right hip. The Slipknot band logo inked into his shoulder. But my favorite was the perfectly scrawled lettering that read Immaculate Misconception with MIW sketched into the back of the letters. I longed to run my tongue over it. It was neatly placed across his collarbone.
"Mr. Winston! Are you listening to me?!" Zero whirled around Nikolas smirked. Why is everyone fucking smirking at me?!
"Mr. Winston, you're father requests a visit from you."
All I could think was....he's back.
Thanks Bat Babies!
Woohoo! Chapter Three!
I shall return! 💖📖
