Sir playboy

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"In the morning you will get my coffee and then i'll give you my schedule, you must inform me when I have a meeting or lunch to attend, I will pay for your breakfast and lunch at the café here. You must do what I say or you'll be in trouble. Lastly, if you are sick you must let me know the night before, is that understood?"

"Yes Mark, but what do you mean by I will be in trouble?"
"You'll see". He smirked.

I get Mark's order from the café and bring it to his office.
"Thank you Jack, would you like to have lunch with me today?"
"I uh-
"Jack, you'll have lunch with me today, remember that".
"Yes sir".
"Good, now what do I have set for today?" 
"You have a meeting with Karl wittlow at 12:30pm, and another meeting with Jim Oakley at 2:00pm."
"Thank you".
"What would you like me to do now?"
"Come here".

I was confused for a moment, I moved around to Mark's chair, he stands up; just a little bit taller than me.
"Are you sure you're not gay?" Mark whispers close to my lips.
"I'm sure Sir".
"You won't be sure soon". He winks at me before returning to his seat.
"Just clean my office please, lunch is at 1:00pm, don't leave my office while i'm at my meeting".
"Yes Mark".

That was really weird, why was he so close to my lips? Why did I want him to be closer?... And what did he mean by 'you won't be sure soon'? I'm already sure, I'm straight- I like girls, only girls.

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It was time for lunch with Mark, and he was very specific about it soon being a regular thing. Mark's driver showed up and drove us to a very posh, expensive looking French restaurant.

It was a nice meal, I must admit. But i'm still not a fan of Mark paying for the both of us. I like to be independent and pay for my own things.

"Jack, we have to head back to my office".
"Yes, sir".

I stand up and move from out of the chair and Mark grabs my hand, I try and let go and yet he wouldn't let me. We finally sit in the car and he lets go of my hand.

"Why did you do that?" 

There was no response, he just sat next to me in the car and stared at me, it was too dark to see what he was looking at. But it looked as if he was staring at my neck.

"I saw you check her out".
"Who?"
"The waitress".
"So?" I don't see the big deal? What's it to him anyway?
"You just don't get it...
He moved closer to me, almost pressing his lips onto my ear.
... you're mine". Is what Mark had whispered before beginning to gently kiss my neck.

I'm not going to lie, it felt great.
But i'm straight.

I'm straight when I feel his tongue slide across my neck.
I'm straight when he nips at spots on my collarbone.
I'm straight when I move my head back in pleasure.
I'm straight,
But this man makes me feel.. different.