Denial (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

Sky's P.O.V.

Where do I begin. Let me start with the age old cliche. I'm inlove with the most beautiful man alive. The feelings that are invoked in me when I see him makes me want to cry. He's such a manly man too. He's 6'3", light blonde hair and has eyes that are so green the grass cries in shame paling in comparison. When I'm fortunate enough to be close to him, he smells so good that the hunger that most days I feel is overridden with lust. However, there's one small problem. He's my boss, Jeffrey. Oh God, when I think about him I get so excited it sometimes terrifies me. Obviously, the excitement must be physical but the fear...wanting him, having these feelings takes me back to the worst day in my life. The day when admitting I was gay changed me forever. So I do my best to deny what I feel because first and foremost, I need this job.

I may be seventeen but I've been on my own since I was fourteen. It's been hard, especially in the beginning. I spent those first two years sleeping in the local public library. It's also how I completed highschool by the age of sixteen. I've always believed that the internet was the greatest invention ever. I had enough money to help in the beginning. I watched every penny carefully but eventually it ran out. So when the opportunity came around for this part-time assistant position for Loretta, I knew this was my break.

She must've seen the desperation in me because she hired me instantly and the gratitude in my eyes told her a story that she wanted to read but just couldn't turn the pages to yet. She's wonderful. Without prying, she feeds me when I'm hungry. She gives me unwarrented over-time when I've no more money. In a nutshell, she must have superpowers or at least is clairvoyant.

My situation is only made worse by the greediness of others such as my slum lord, Toby. I live in a one room shithole and pay as much in rent as a one bedroom apartment but I don't complain. It's a roof over my head. A very dangerous roof but a roof nonetheless. I've been living there for six months and every month it seems that my room is ransacked and what little things I owned would go missing. I spend as much time in the office as I can since this is my one and only safe haven.

So this brings me to the reason why I'm at work at 5am. Loretta is off today, a rare occassion, so here I am fumbling around this dark office getting everthing ready for todays' events. There's a big meeting with a very important client and she gave me a list of instructions on getting everything ready. She trusts me and that tells me alot so I don't want to disappoint her. So I get to her desk and THUMP, shit I hit my knee on the side of her desk as I reach for the light to turn it on and now I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding which means that I just cut my last good pair of dress pants. Great! Then I hear, "What the f...!" and the paralizing fear kicks in. Oh my God. He's here. I'm alone in this building with him... Jeffrey.