Adam

Did you quit making stories, no offense I'm just curious 

thank u for the follow 

Merry Christmas my babies!! 

Hi!

Thanks for the follow.

Awh, nobody has read me new book. Is it that bad? 

Howdy y'all! Just posted first chapter of a new book! I hope you all like it!

What gender are you?
          (Not trying to be rude please don't hate me)

"Do you always meet new employees like this?" He asks, his voice lined with anxiety.
          
          I scoff "well, not always. Not all of them" I say and walk around my desk.
          
          He shuffles uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes glued to the window overlooking times square. With the tenseness simply radiating from him, it's obvious that I'm causing him more distress than I actually should so I sit back into my seat his eyes however veer off to the side and look at evreyhting else except mine. His eyes gleaming and sparking make me wonder how and why he doesn't look at me. Should I ask?
          
          I sigh deeply, mainly from the exhaustion of the day. "How are you settling in?"
          
          It's almost as if the question takes him off guard as he takes a few second to respond.
          
          "O-okay thank you" he spits out with difficultly.
          
          "Are you sure? There isn't anything I can do for you?" 
          
          He nods, his hair falling in front of his face.
          
          The urge to lean over and brush it out of his face causes my finger to tense up. I mean, I could always do it? And hope that he doesn't file for harassment in HR. Fuck. I mean, I know he's gay. I've seen him on Grindr and what not. Fucking carpe diem. Fuck it.
          
          I lean over the desk and brush the single lock of jet black hair from his face and behind his ear causing him to look up at me. Our eyes lock and for once I can actually see his eyes...that are filled with so much exhaustion and pain. My heart aches. I run a hand through his hair to find that it feels almost like silk if not like actual silk, the individual strands black but so beautiful and shiny. They flow through the innards of my finders and over my knuckles like water flowing over rocks in a mountain stream. 
          
           I place my hand gently under his chin "Are you sure that I can't do anything for you?" 
          
          "Yes sir, I am okay. Thank you" he says in a horse voice. 
          
          SO UMM THIS IS A LITTLE IDEA SNIPPET OF MY NEW BOOK CALLED MAILROOM SECRETS.  
          
          love you all XD 
          
          
          
          

I love your writing styles :p keep it up *claps*