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Chapter 9: COULD IT BE?
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In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 10: BLUE BALLZ.
Brandon stared at Ethan, unsure how to feel about it. He actually didn’t know how to help and wouldn’t be pleased to be transferred to someone else like a hand-me-down document. Looking at the bright side, the person might be nicer than Ethan. He definitely wouldn’t mind working for whoever it was. But on the other hand, it would feel like he had suffered for nothing all these months if he switched to another job now. There were just roughly four months to go until he won the bet. Not to mention that he had no intention of making a career as a PA just as he didn’t have the intention to remain a chef. He was a manager and administrator, and a pretty damn good one. He was a PA now only because he was Ethan’s. He had a point to make, a bet to win. The most painful thing for him was watching Ethan get stripped of his hard work.“Thanks for asking my opinion,” Brandon muttered under his breath. Turning to the door, Ethan stopped him.“Go get more condoms. The ones you got won’t be enough
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 11: THE GUEST.
Brandon still didn't understand why Ethan needed to change his shirts in-between meetings. Becky had mentioned that their boss was very sensitive to smells and didn't like even a hint of sweat on his clothes—which was why Brandon also kept a change of clothes at work—but it still seemed ridiculous to him.He picked up the discarded shirt and sniffed it. It smelled perfectly nice: of skin and Ethan's subtle cologne or aftershave—Brandon still wasn't sure what it was, but it smelled really good. "It smells fine," he said.Ethan ignored him.A ringtone broke the silence. Brandon twitched before realizing it was Ethan's personal phone. Answering it, he said something in Italian.Brandon handed him the fresh shirt, trying not to eye his boss's muscular torso enviously. Man, it just wasn't fair. He wished he had a body that good. Not that Brandon didn't have some decent muscles, but Ethan's muscle definition was just… yeah. Brandon glanced enviously at those broad shoulders, thick biceps,
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 12: SILENCE.
“Uhm,” Brandon said, hesitantly. “I’ll go—I’m going home—Done with today’s work.”“You aren’t going anywhere yet,” Ethan said, looking at him with those black, creepy eyes.What?Brandon watched, frozen, as Ethan started unbuckling his belt before unzipping his suit pants. Oh, fuck. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be fucking happening. But it was happening. Ethan was pulling his cock out. His half-hard cock.Staring at it, Brandon had a sudden, frantic thought that the asshole wasn’t lying about the condom size.“Get me a condom,” Ethan said in a low voice.Right. A condom. Of course, that was why Ethan wanted him to stay. But wasn’t this asshole concerned about what Brandon thought? What if he leaked this to everyone else? Well, as far as Ethan was concerned, he was a ‘you can go fuck yourself, man.’His relief nearly making him dizzy, Brandon reached into the desk drawer where he’d put the condoms and retrieved one, hating himself a little for how well Ethan had him traine
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 13: HE WON THE DARE.
Ethan accepting that someone else was right was terrifying.“I did need a release,” he said.Brandon cleared his throat, hoping he didn’t look as weirded out as he felt. Hearing about s*x from Ethan made him so uncomfortable. How could the man be so at ease talking about it? They were both guys. Guys talked about s*x all the time, so often that it lost all meaning. And yet, hearing it from Ethan… it was weird.“Wow, so you actually admit that I was right about something?” Brandon said, trying not to show how uneasy he felt.Ethan shrugged, leaning back in his chair and loosening his tie a little. His gaze remained fixed on Brandon in a manner that made him more nervous by the minute. “You did have a point: I am built differently, and I am less tolerant and so edgy when I’m sexually frustrated.”Brandon looked pointedly at the seat the directors had just vacated. “You weren’t very tolerant just now. Do you need to get laid again?”Ethan smiled a little, but his eyes remained serious an
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 14: JUST HELPING OUT.
Events took a different turn when family affairs became Wings Group’s reckoning today. On the day Brandon and Ethan were supposed to make a trip to China to monitor the expansion of the Jet hangars there and finish the acquisition of a hotel that had gone bankrupt, Ethan’s father, Mr. Asher, sent over a dozen boxes. By Ethan’s expression, the boxes held many unhappy details. Although he restricted everyone from accessing them, including Brandon, he practically sent everyone out of the office as he went through them. No one was able to get hold of what was inside.“Has this ever happened?” Brandon asked Brenda, his gossip partner.“No. This is, in fact, the first time he is paying attention to this unit,” Brenda answered.“What could possibly be in there, pissing Mr. Never Bothered off?”“If only we knew.”“I am going in,” Brandon announced.“That would be a terrible idea. You will be risking your job. Whenever he wants space, we all respect that, no matter how soft he has grown toward
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 15: TIRED WRIST.
Ethan knew he couldn’t feel anything less than gratitude toward Brandon for saving him numerous times. Now, the thought of women was far-fetched in his busy mind. Not that they’ve always had his attention . The pleasure he got just from Brandon jerking him off could never be compared to the climax he got from pounding those different holes. This was better.His nightmares had subsided, and the worry about his father had almost vanished—all because Brandon was doing a better job than Ethan’s casual encounters ever did.That was how the whole arrangement had started. Brandon now gave Ethan hand jobs whenever needed—pun intended. It was both extremely weird and oddly routine. Ethan didn’t treat Brandon any differently just because he relieved his tension. Brandon didn’t deceive himself into thinking the arrangement was more than just a matter of convenience for Ethan. Now, Ethan didn’t have to find time to seek release. He was certain no other sane person would accept such an arrangement
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 16: SELF DOUBT.
Ethan shrugged and leaned back in his chair, his posture confident and so very male. “So am I,” he said. “So what?”The nerve of him. Brandon could only open and close his mouth wordlessly, absolutely speechless.There was a knock on the door. “They’re here, sir,” Becky’s muffled voice sounded through the door.Brandon jerked his hand away from Ethan’s c*ck, but the *ssh*l* grabbed it and kept it where it was. “Give me a minute,” Ethan called out before shifting his gaze back to Brandon and lowering his voice. “Well? Are you going to make an entire team of pilots wait?”Brandon could very well choose death over being in this situation at the moment. It was easy for Ethan because he was used to getting things done for him, but not for Brandon. This was his first crazy experiment, and he wasn’t appreciating it much. How could the same man ask another man, no matter how beautiful his body and decent his d*ck, to do something like this? Ethan was well-trained in making Brandon quit, but t
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 17: THE PAINFUL STRIKE.
Brandon would like to say his life had changed monumentally after putting a c*ck in his mouth, but... it didn’t. He didn’t feel any different. It had been weird at first, but he wasn’t really freaking out or traumatized or anything like that. But then again, why would he be? It wasn’t s*x. Neither of them considered that s*x. It was just a convenience thing for Ethan—and a way to get on Brandon’s nerves, no doubt—and just another tedious task for Brandon, one of the many that were part of his job. It wasn’t even the most unpleasant task if he didn’t fixate on the weirdness of the fact that he had another man’s c*ck in his mouth—every d*mn day. Because it seemed hand jobs weren’t enough for Ethan anymore. The greedy son-of-a-b*tch wanted his mouth.Not that Brandon didn’t get it. He did. He was a guy, too. As a guy, he would always prefer even an amateur blowjob to a hand job. And Brandon didn’t flatter himself by thinking that his blowjobs were anything but amateur. He had improved so
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In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 19: HIS BRAIN SHUTS OFF WHEN HE CALLS.
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In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 17: THE PAINFUL STRIKE.
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 16: SELF DOUBT.
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 15: TIRED WRIST.
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 14: JUST HELPING OUT.
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 13: HE WON THE DARE.
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 12: SILENCE.
In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire Chapter 11: THE GUEST.
