With a suppressed huff, I stare at the last of many messages I had sent since last night. A total of ten messages, all of them desperate, begging; just he way he liked it. And all of them went unanswered, he read all of them, pointedly ignoring them.
I barely slept last night, and this morning, I almost slept through my alarm. To say I am having a rough morning is a gross understatement. I got to the venue with just a minute to spare, Cait gave me a suspicious glance, with no time to reprimand me, she nods in my direction.
When they call my name, I steal a glance at the phone again, expecting and hoping for a response from him, but all I see is my last message,
“At least tell me where you are.”
He read it, to his credit, he read it few minutes after I sent it.
“Mr. Sanchez?” The lady calling the names called out impatiently, no time for one more text, I hurry inside the room. For the first time in a while, I was actually nervous about the interview, the fear of failing and then losing my chance to be close to Christopher was something I couldn’t afford.
I wipe my clammy hands on my pants before taking a seat in front of the panel of judges, Cait was one of the three. She smiled the brightest, for some reason, it calmed me down.
“Would it be okay with you if we taped this interview? We use it for future reference, nothing too dramatic.” Cait asked with a reassuring smile,
I didn’t know they did that, but I agree all the same, what else could it be used for?
And when the questions start coming, I answer them to the best of my ability, keeping my eyes on her the entire time.
“Thank you for your time Mr. Sanchez, someone from human resources will contact you soon.” Cait announced brightly when the scheduled five minutes were done.
Relief draped around my shoulders, making them slump physically, I was one step closer to being with him. Maybe I could get transferred to wherever it was he worked. I hurry out of the room, excited to share this news with him and then I bump into someone in my hurry.
Her bag falls, the contents spilling into the hallway. Apologizing, I help her scoop them back up, but she laughed breezily.
“It’s okay, I understand wanting to tell everyone the good news, I am assuming it is good news.” She says as we stand up together.
The sound of her care free laugh makes me look at her a little bit closer, she had her strawberry blond hair cascading down her back, and a light pink bow sitting on top of it. She looked to be around my age, and had a beautiful, inviting smile on her face. She is pretty.
“It is, and you, good news too?” I ask, noting the interviewer tag around her neck.
She laughs again,
“Is it that obvious?”
I laugh along because it is easy to laugh along with her,
“No, you are doing a really good job hiding it.”
She laughed again, “Gosh. After I graduated from college, everyone, including my professor’s said it was difficult for a woman to find job in this field. I almost believed them seeing Shepherd’s Construction was literally my last option.” she laughed again.
I understood that, other people telling you not to try was something I was well acquainted with. Alec, why not just find a job? What would you need a college degree for anyway? I agreed, and found part time jobs wherever I could.
“Well, let me be the first to say, congratulations on not listening to them, Miss…?”
She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, giggling,
“Harper, Miss Ashley Harper, but you should call me Ash. And thank you.” She rolled her eyes at the Miss, however, it doesn’t seem to stop her as she continued to smile.
“Congratulations Ash. You deserve it.”
“Congratulations Mr…?”
This time I am laughing, “Alec.”
“Well Mr. Alec no last name, would you care to join me for a celebratory drink? I have nobody else to celebrate with, and being alone on a day like this is very sad.”
I was alone too. Once I left this place, I had no where but the apartment to go to, and suddenly, I didn’t feel like being alone, so I shrug.
“Sure, why not.”
Ash ouu’s and ahhh’s at my truck, she says she was yet to get herself a car, so having one was more impressive to her.
“You aren’t from around here, are you?” she asked as I drove to the address she had inputted into the navigation system.
“What gave it away? My accent?” I say with a roll of eyes, I used to have an accent, but even that I was forced to lose. You have to learn to sound like you belong here. My grandmother used to tell me.
Ash chuckled,
“No, because everyone here is cut from the same cloth, and you my friend, are cut from a different cloth.”
I didn’t understand what that meant, but I didn’t want to seem slow to her by asking a question, she already thought I was different; if that was what she meant.
“You are right. I came here to follow my dreams.”
She nods like she gets me, maybe she does, but we weren’t talking about the same things, my dream was a person, hers was construction.
“I understand mine, but how come you have no one to celebrate with?”
She sighed, “My best friend and I moved here together, and when you study something as complicated as Architecture, you tend to not make other friends along the way. And she got married to a man who lives way over in Hattfield.” She sounds like she was still sulking about it. Which was understandable, Hattfield was three states away.
“Well, good thing we found each other. We would definitely need the company.” she says, snapping back into her excited mode. I didn’t want to ruin her mood by telling her I had someone else to keep me company, especially when she was clapping excitedly as the bar came into view.
It was no resort, but it was a sizeable bar, a few cars littered around. Neon lights strung around the name; Dive bar, blinked at us, welcoming us.
“First round is on me.” Ash clapped as she slipped out of the car.
I knew I wasn’t going to drink more than the supposed first round, since I would be driving. The roads here were busier than the ones back home, and I didn’t know it yet.
Plus, the last time I had a drink, I had it with him. At the thought of him, my chest constricted, I missed him. Ah. I hadn’t told him I got the job. Fishing out my phone, my heart slows, and my feet pauses at the entrance.
He had finally messaged me.
“You wouldn’t even tell me you got the job?”
My mouth dried, how did he know… Cait.. of course. Does that mean he was keeping tabs on me? Even worse, was he only going to send his own message and never respond to mine? He was expecting me to send a follow up text immediately, wanting me to beg…
I want to do it, my fingers itched to type, explain to him that I was going to tell him. But he had been ignoring me all day. Leaving me restless.
Shoving the phone back into my pocket, my heart raced. It was exciting as it was frightening. I find Ash easily, she was coming back to get me, and when she spots me, she smiles.
I smile back, ready to have a wonderful night out with my new friend, just like how he was having a day so wonderful, he ignored all of my texts.
Have a taste of your own medicine, Daddy.
Our hands locked together, we run, our laughter echoing through the almost empty airport. We almost didn’t make it, if he hadn’t driven like a crazy person as he promised when he peppered kisses across my chest in his office, making me grab unto his hair.“I told you we would make it.” he chuckles when we dash into plane.A night flight, an actual flight. I haven’t been on one yet, and I didn't say anything, but he must have seen something on my face because he squeezes my hand, dragging my eyes to his face.“Keep your eyes on me, okay? I am right here.” he whispered, the flight is semi empty yet, he whispers like anyone was listening to us.I do keep my eyes on him, and soon the tightness in my chest deflates, and my mind can only concentrate on the circles he keeps drawing on the back of my hand, it is soothing and maddening, even when he just took me into his mouth and swallowed every drop. I am the one who cannot get enough of him. “Do you know the green in your eyes change from t
“MY BOYFRIEND!” Christopher says raising my hand up in his. I feel the same thrum of excitement the two words usually gave me. The blush that stains my cheeks and makes it’s way to my toes, still I don’t shy away, I stand boldly in front of everyone. Smiling from ear to ear, the feeling of accomplishment rushing through me. “Wooo!!” Ash cups her hand in front of her mouth, cheering and clapping, soon everyone was clapping, wearing matching smiles.I was finally done with the Lady Rockbell project. After I agreed to be Christopher’s boyfriend, we barely spent any time together, I have been cooped up at the site, eating sandwiches that tasted like wet cement, because Christopher had gone for an out of town job. And now, I am done, after so many months, all of it a new experience, all of it worth it. I made a lot of new friends, something I would never have done if I stayed cooped up at Saltwater. “I’m so proud of you, I always knew you could do it, I am so proud to be your boyfriend.
The news was everywhere.So when I hurry to Christopher’s old office building, The Nest, my phone is still blowing up with notifications. I still can’t believe he did this. Ash who has been brought up to speed due to my mornings of eating breakfast alone, is sending lots of messages asking if it was true. “I can’t believe my first visit here is because I want to know if you did this.” I tell him but my eyes are looking around hungrily.Christopher’s brilliance exploded when he built this office. He had made it a nest, a with glass insides, that is so transparent it looks like there’s nothing there, just a nest made by a really giant bird. “This is not how I wanted to show you.” he murmurs, getting up from his desk to meet me. He pulls me to a hug, one that I melt into. He came in late last night and left very early this morning, just enough to get a few hours of sleep and a change of clothes, not enough for me. I feel like I haven’t seen him in a long, long while, I missed him so
“Good morning, baby.” His voice is so deep and gravelly, it goes straight to my dick, and I was already hard from sleeping next to him.His mouth opens with surprise when I kiss him, my fingers going inside his thick strands, tugging on it as I kiss him hard. He groans into my mouth, and then kisses me back, a deep kiss that has my world spinning. His arms snake around my waist and plucks me up from the bed, and he drapes me on his body, making me ride his body. His hands tighten around me as he kisses me, his hands sneaking under the plain T shirt I wore to bed last night. I let out a small moan and his teeth captures my lip, biting on it lightly, a sigh of pleasure escapes me. His hands pull down my shorts, tugging on the band until it slides down my waist and my hardness springs out. “Fuck.” he hisses, wrapping his hand around me, he jerks me off while kissing me, I moan, struggle, whimper in his hands, he doesn’t let go. “Oh daddy.” I cry.His hands go faster, pumping me up an
I hold a frozen pea pack to his jaw, the other hand holding his, he flashes me a smile as he carries on speaking to the person on the other end of the phone. He has been on different calls since we left his father’s house, his plan for Rosemary’s house undisclosed to me.The only thing I managed to convince him to do was get the iced pea, I didn’t want his face to bruise or swell, but he doesn’t care about it. “I deserve it, for not seeing your pain immediately… I should have known when you asked me to…” he inhaled, and then smiled at me, his eyes brimming with things unsaid.Now, he squeezes my hand once more as we return to the car, with no way to use the frozen peas, I let out a sigh. He doesn’t let go of my hand once as he drives, I have no idea where we are heading, but it’s to save Rosemary’s project. “Baby, I will be extremely busy for a while, and while I need you at my side at all times, I don’t want to bore you.” he tells me.The name still makes my stomach swirl with exc
It happened so fast.Faster than eyes could catch, that’s why Gunther wasn’t expecting his brother’s fist would meet his face, until the sick crunch of bone under fist echoed throughout the living room. Their father rush in, trying to hold Gunther back, despite the blood dripping from his nose, Christopher was undeterred, a second punch lands squarely on Gunther’s mouth. “You sick son of a bitch!”“Sick? You are the one kissing men, and believing their word over your own brother!” His father screams in his face, still holding Gunther back. He doesn’t want to hurt the child that looks exactly like the woman he cannot let go of. “He kissed him! Alec would never lie about something like that, and I saw the aftermath… that’s why he asked me to…” his voice breaks at that point, looking back at me, his eyes wet with unshed tears, then he turns back to his brother, ready to pounce him again. “I didn’t, I would never kiss a man.” Gunther says, cupping his burst lip, looking at his father