Largely Submissive

Chapter 13

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Gavin's POV

I watched as Graham tried to shove as many marshmallows in his mouth as he could. This 31 year old man was acting like a dumb ass preteen, I swear. Why he wasn't working, was beyond me. We were literally at his club, in his office, when he made the outrageous claim that he could fit 30 full marshmallows in his mouth. Of course I laughed in his face so here we are. I was tempted to get my phone out and start recording him. 

"You know you're only up to fifteen now right?" I asked while handing him another marshmallow. 

"Naw prawbeem! I cwan fibt mawr," He exclaimed confidently. I just raised an eyebrow at him. If he couldn't even properly say, 'No problem, I can fit more', I don't know how he was going to fit a whole ass fifteen more marshmallows in his mouth. This man was ridiculous. 

Just then his office phone rang. I couldn't contain my laughter as I watched him try and spit out the marshmallows into his trash can. I just rolled my eyes at him and reached over his desk to answer his phone.

 "Graham's office, how can I help you?" I asked, still trying to contain my laughter.

"Uh, hi, is Master Graham there? ....It's Cameron."

 "Oh, hey, Cameron, is everything alright? Graham's busy right now," I said, once again rolling my eyes at my brother still trying to get rid of marshmallows. "What do you need?"

"Uh, okay, well something happened and I can't come in to work for about a week, per doctor's orders. I can have him fax over an official note too." 

"Oh my gosh, are you alright? What happened?" I asked, immediately concerned. Graham's attention immediately shot back to me and he started to hold out his hand for the phone. I shook my head and pushed his hand away. He glared at me and pressed the button on his phone to make it go on speaker. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yeah I'm alright. There was an incident and I have a concussion. I was told I can't come in to work for at least a week but I'll know more when I have my check up later this week."

"That sounds bad! Where are you? What did the doctor say you needed to do? How are you going to get home? Are you going to need to be on watch?"

"Gavin, cool it with the inquisition, damn." My brother said in exasperation. I couldn't help it, I was worried. A concussion wasn't something to joke about. "Gavin's right, though, Cameron, how are you going to get home?"

"Um, I'll probably have to call an Uber..." He mumbled. I just shook my head at that. That wasn't going to happen.

"Where are you? We'll come pick you up right now." I stated.

"Oh, no, Master Gavin that's not necessary, I can figure it out on my own. I'm too far out for you guys to come all this way."

"Nonsense, we're not going to leave you stranded. Now text me the address on where you are and we'll head on over."

"But..."

"That's an order, Cameron. No arguing." I declared. Graham just raised his eyebrows at me, though stayed silent. I heard a small sigh on the other end before he reluctantly agreed. After Cameron agreed to text me the address and wait for us, we hung up and got ready to leave.

"After we get there and grab Cameron, I'll drive him and his car back to his place. I'll need you to run over to our place and grab a few things for me." I said while tossing him his keys. 

"A few things? For what?" He asked in exasperation as he caught the keys. 

"To stay with him, obviously. If he's got that bad of a concussion he's going to need someone to watch over him for a while." I stated while rolling my eyes at him. We closed and locked his office, heading down to the parking lot in back.