Mr.Assistant [BoyxBoy]

"Are you stupid?" Okay now I sound stupid for asking that. Of course he isn't stupid, he's the CEO of Marks Trade, also known as an extremely intelligent human. He gave me the raised eyebrow 'did you just ask me that look'.

"Do I look stupid to you?" He asked, forming his thoughts into words, bringing a sly smirk to his face. Well of course not, but I'm not going to admit that. Stupid lawn gnome.

"Anybody sane would not do that without permission, you know that right?" Well of course he did that without permission, he isn't sane! There is also the fact that he doesn't need to ask me for permission about anything anyways. He is still smirking, why is he still smirking?

As I stepped further away from him, he continued to inch his way closer to me, slowly pushing me back until i could feel the walk against the skin of my bare back. He trapped me, placing each of his hands on either sides of my head.

"Never question my decisions." Oh don't worry nutso, I question your decisions all the time, but I won't comment on that this time because your stern demanding voice is scaring the crap out of me and I legitimately feel like if I move my situation is only going to get worse.

"G-got it." Dammit I stuttered. He smiled confidently. Don't you go being your cocky self. Not in this situation anyways. He is coming closer to me, damn I can smell the casserole on his breath, I am a great cook. If he doesn't stop getting closer...