His Baby Boy (BDSM) (ManxMan) ✔️

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"What do you mean I can't return this if I don't have a receipt!" The man yelled and I flinch.

Sitting in the counter in front of me was truffle, the price tag had clearly been peeled off and replaced with another and I had tried to tell the man but he just started yelling.

"What is going on here?" Stanley asked as he walked out of the manager's office, Charles behind him and so was Jimmy. Jimmy had been called in by the Darltons a few minutes before this bullshitting customer arrived.

"He brought back a truffle that expired two days ago." I explained to them and then pointed at the truffle. "The price tag was obviously tipped off and replaced."

And it's true.

The price tag at the convenience store was normally placed closed to the top of the bowl, white with a tiny blue star but this mans truffle's tag was at the center and there's a ripped sign at the tip of the bowl. Just a plain white tag.

Really. Who did this man think he was fooling?

Thankfully the store was empty save for the five of us. The man wasn't backing down and neither was I? Was he trying to say we don't do our jobs well? Does he think it's easy checking checking the expiration dates of products every morning? Does he think it's easy adding tags to food items?

I heard the familiar tingle of the bell above the door but I still don't backdown. However it gets worse. The man grabbed me by my collar before I could see it coming. Stanley, Charles and Jimmy were still a couple paces away and couldn't reach me in time.

My heart picked up and I start breathing a bit heavily, fear sinking into my bones but I still stand my ground.

"I will beat your fucking mouth in."

Out the side of my eyes, I could see my bosses and co worker run towards me. I maintain eye contact with the man.

"You need to calm down before you do something yo-"

"Let him go."

I looked away from he man holding my shirt tightly to the person who had just spoken. There was a tall, caramel skinned guy standing there, his face set in a scowl, his brown eyes glaring right at the man who had been minutes away from punching me.

"I'm going to count to five." The caramel stranger said.

"I'm going to bash your face in." Stanley and Charles chorus. It felt so good to know there were a number of people who had my back.

The man holding my shirt let go. He took one look around before walking towards the door, cussing on his way out. He was gone but I couldn't push back the thought and the reality that I could have been beaten up badly.

They all rush towards me at once, the caramel stranger placing a hand on my arm as he looks at me.

"Hey. Are you alright?" He asked and I don't know what to say. He just nods and pulls out his phone, his fingers tapping the screen.

"Oh my, are you alright, dear?" Charles asked and again, I don't know the answer to that. Jimmy pushed a bottle of fizzy water in my hand and I take a gulp, trying to calm myself down.

They were talking to me, asking me questions but I could feel myself receeding, I was screaming inside my head.

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Hal

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I sat there, watching a group of my employees pitch a business plan that made me want to give them F and scream in their faces when my phone vibrated.