CHASE ME (PSEUDONYM)

I HAVE TO HAVE HIM 8

Anders Anderson:💛

"Just shut it down, Russ," I say before I turned my body to stare at the window, as his innocent face filled my head, continuously making my pants go tight.

"But, Mr. Anderson, you said it's important. The shareholders have arrived at the office." He said nervously through the phone, making me smirk.

"Let them be, Russ. Tell them I'm having fun with someone." I chuckled while unbuttoning my tux before I heard him hissed.

"But, Mr. Anderson--" I didn't let him finish, cutting him with my usual mail block.

"I'm your boss, so do what I told you to do, Russel. I don't have time to deal with those wrinkled men." I scoffed, trying to sound serious.

Russel has been my secretary for over 1 and a half years, so he knows when I'm serious or not. He also knows when I'm not in the mood to face those ugly peasants.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson. I'll tell them right away." He cited nonchalantly, making me grin before hanging up.

Those fuckers can wait, but my desire cannot. I saw the most gorgeous boy, and there's no way I'll see their ugly wrinkled faces. I have to ask him out first so that no one will lose a job. They're messing with the wrong person, so good luck with their job. Their bank accounts are safe in my hands, completely monitored by my loyal employee. I'm just waiting for them to tire themselves till there's nothing left. How stupid they are to play dirty behind me, uneducated peasants. Now, I just have to wait for them to be worn out, and I'll see them in their burials. I just have to wait for him, Fabio Hollis, what a sexy name for an innocent creature. God, I have to have him.

"Anders! You need to hear this!" My head snapped at Gippy, who's cracking up with his hands, clutched on his stomach, making me snicker.

"What? You look so happy, what's up?" I chuckled, as he continued to laugh.

"Uncle Fabio said Santa won't give me a present! HAHAHAHAH can you believe it?!" My ear twitches at his response, as my brows shoot up.

"Then, why are you laughing? Don't you want Santa to give you a present?" I asked playfully, before he stopped laughing, only to burst out laughing again, like two times harder.

"A-Anders, seriously? HAHAHAHAH you guys are weird!" He said with an exclamation, and for some reason, my heart is jumping in joy, hearing the two of us. I'm cool with it as long as there's an Us.

"Santa is not real, phew! You guys are something!" He said before he started to calm himself. I slipped my phone in my pocket before ruffling his locks, making him look up to me.

"Gippy, do you think Uncle Fabio is cute?" I asked calmly, and he smiled before nodding happily.

"Of course! He's not only cute, Anders! He's the best cookie maker, and he makes the best milk too!" He exclaimed, and my brows shot up in confusion.

"How long have you been reading in his library, Gippy? You guys are close to each other, huh?" I said, and he just nodded.

"Well, it's been 2 weeks, I think. Anders, I'm hungry..." He muttered, before showing his puppy eyes with a pout, making me snicker.

"Then, let's go get something to eat," I said happily, as Fabio's beautiful face filled my head again. I think I should ask him now.

We exited my office, as Gippy started rambling about his new idea for the manuscript, full of fables. Of course, part of me was happy, but he's supposed to be enjoying this day, not stressing himself about those shits. Though it's all fables, I won't risk his mental health again. Actually, he doesn't need to do that cause we're going to find someone who can replace him.