4 | MILES

“Right there,” I moaned, fisting his luscious hair as his tongue delved into my most sensitive area, lapping up all of my juices. “Oh God,” my head hits the pillow when he thrusted his tongue inside of me. the sounds he made only served to intensify the sensation.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes,” I said tightening both my hands on his hair, grinding on his face. “Yes, I want to c-cum,” I shuddered as I continued to grind on his face. “Fuck, it feels so good,” I threw my head, my hips rising and falling as he tongue fucked me.

“How bad do you want to cum?” I let out a sound between a squeal and a moan, but I was too deep to be embarrassed about it. “Tell me,” he prodded, his fingers sinking into my pussy, curling to that spot that had my hips bucking up and off the bed.

“Oh my God, right there,” I moaned, my mouth forming an o shape as I rode his fingers. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close,” I moaned.

“I decide when you cum,” I whined, gripping his wrist. I can hear how wet I am, his fingers moving in and out of me.

“Please, I want to cum so bad, please,” I moaned. I’m so close and if he stops, I’ll be really upset. It feels so good I don’t want to stop. Just a little more. I rubbed my clit, my body quivering. My eyes rolled to the back of the head as I came all over his fingers. “I’m cumming,” there was a loud beeping noise close by. I couldn’t concentrate on it while chasing my orgasm.

“Cum,” his voice coaxed me into a blissful sensation, his fingers moving in and out of me. Not long, his mouth was on me again, his tongue lapping me up. I shuddered, sinking back on the bed, panting. I kept my eyes closed while I catch my breath.

He finally came up for a kiss that I welcomed, wrapping my arms around him. He hummed, seemingly content. “You taste so fucking good I don’t want to stop,” I hummed lazily. The beeping was stopping. “But you have to WAKE UP!-“ I opened and there, Mr Stark is hovering above me. I screamed, “Aahh-“

“Aaah! What the fuck!”

“Oh shi-“ I groaned as I toppled to the floor with a loud thud, straining my shoulder in the process. Blinking my eyes open, the beeping sound is still going on.

“Oh my God, Miles!” I looked up to see Indra peering down at me at the edge of the bed.

Fuck. I was dreaming. Oh, my fucking God, I had a sex dream. With my boss.

“Aaahh! Fuck!!! Shit!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, thrashing against the comfort wrapped around my body. “What the hell?!!”

“What’s wrong with you?” Indra inquired. When I didn’t say anything, Indra started giggling. “I don’t know if I was dreaming, but I think I heard you moan,” I shot up, my wide eyes meeting hers. She burst out laughing then, rolling on the bed. “Oh my God, you manwhore. You were having a wet dream?” she giggled.

“Shut up,” I pointed a finger at her. “Stop being gross,”

“You were having a sex dream,” she repeated. “Who was it?” she asked.

“I’m not telling you that,” I grumbled under my breath.

“So, it’s true,” she confirmed. “Oh my…”

“Please…don’t,” I groaned, burying my face in the comforter still wrapped around my legs. I had rolled off bed with it. I moved my shoulder, wincing a little. “Can you turn off the alarm?” Indra was quick to tap on the alarm clock, stopping it.

“Tell me who was it,” she said.

“It was a dream, you sex freak,” I glared at her. she only smiled at me, kicking her legs behind her. “Ugh, you’re the worst,”

“If you moaned like that, then I deserve to know the person who can make you blush like that,” she pointed out.

“Black people don’t blush,” I stated, getting up.

“Blushing isn’t always visual,” she pointed out.

“It was Mr Stark,” she gasped as soon as the words left my mouth. “Don’t you dar-“

“Aaaaahhhhh!” Indra screamed, standing up at the speed of lightening before she started jumping on the bed, doing a little happy dance.

“Hey! You’re going to break the bed. I’m not paying for it,” I said moving to push her. Right now, I don’t care if she falls and busts her head open. I’d do just about anything to get her to forget about all of this. I grabbed a pillow, ready to swing when she jumped down, running away.

“Office sex was that good, huh?” she said turning to me with a shit eating grin. “Wow, now I want to know what you saw,” she said laughing. She screamed when I lunged for her, swinging the pillow.

“Shut it already,” I said running after her. “I’ve had enough of you, you piece of shit,”

“Your phone’s ringing!” she yelled as she ran across the room. I slowed down, eyeing it next to alarm clock.

“Good morning, Mr Stark,” I greeted, and Indra wiggled her brows at me. I turned my back on her.

“Come to my place,” Mr Stark said, not even greeting me back. To be expected. “We leave at ten o’clock,”

“Yes sir, I’ll be there,” I said. He hung up.

“Yes daddy, I’ll be there, on my knee-“

“Ay shut it,” I threw the pillow across the room.

“God gave me the bestest of best friend, I swear,” she said laughing. “I swear you’re the best,”

“Bestest isn’t a word,” I said gathering the comforter. “Now, come and help me make this bed ‘cos you ruined it,”

“You’re the rolling off the bed with the comforter, while dreaming about McDaddy,” she said taking the other side.

“McDaddy?” I quirked a brow. “That’s the worst one yet,”

“Shall we try…McSteamy?”

“Shall we try…nothing?”

“Okay, hurry up and get to your man then,”

“I hate you,” I said dropping everything. I slammed the door on my way to the shower, succeeding in muffling her laughter. I started the shower before going to pee. I pulled down the shorts and underwear. My eyes widened when I saw the crotch of the underwear. I did not just…

“What the fuck is wrong with me?”

*****

“Everything’s ready, Mr Stark,” I said my eyes glued to the plan I had drafted two days ago. Mr Stark went ahead, getting in the private jet, with his best friend, Mr Kendrick. They were having a conversation I wasn’t interested in, so I occupied myself with my iPad, double checking. I wasn’t watching where I was going, and I ended up running into someone.

“Sorry,” Mr Stark peered down at me with a silent scowl. How is he taller than me? I hadn’t noticed the height difference until now. “I got…distracted,” I said waving the iPad in his face.

Once everything had settled down and the jet had taken off, I turned to Mr Stark and…froze. My eyes glued to him, I froze, my mind deciding now was the time to mess with me.

“What’s wrong with him?” I hear Mr Kendrick ask, eyeing me. “Is it your first time flying?” he asked me, and I blinked, grateful for the distraction. I dropped my eyes back to the iPad. I did catch Mr Stark rolling his eyes while he down a glass of whatever that was.

“He walked in on me and Isabelle,” Mr Stark stated, making Mr Kendrick whistle. “He’s been acting weird since then,”

“I’m not…acting weird,” I said quietly.

“Well…welcome to the club,” Mr Kendrick said chuckling to himself. “You’ll get used to it,” I frowned at that. “I walk in on him and his women quite a few times,” he explained.

“Oh,” was all I could manage. This happens all the time.

“Are you talking about the blonde Isabelle?” he turns to Mr Stark. When he nodded, “I thought you said you weren’t interested in her,”

“I was desperate,” was all Mr Stark said. Ouch. That’s a bit too harsh. “It didn’t even…work. The woman makes obnoxious moans,” Mr Stark’s face twisted in disgusted. Mr Kendrick laughed.

“You already knew that, and you still called her,” Mr Kendrick said, laughing at his best friend. “You’re supposed to be celibate. You’re getting married,”

“I don’t owe Eloise any dignity,” Mr Stark grumbled under his breathe. I cringed. I shouldn’t be listening to this.

“Whore,” Mr Kendrick said taunting Mr Stark.

“Miles,” Mr Stark calls out.

“Sir?” I looked up. When both of them looked at me expectantly.

“You were telling me something,” Mr Stark said with a confused look. Mr Kendrick laughed at me.

“You broke the poor kid, man,” he said eyeing me sideways.

“Yes,” I said clearing my throat. “I was…telling you something,” I said looking down at the iPad. “I was going to book you to a hotel, but Mrs Stark said you will be staying with the Romans…so,”

“Miles, do you work for me or my mother?” Mr Stark inquired.

“You sir,” I said.

“Then book the hotel room,” he said.

“It’s already done, sir,” I said quietly. “I was just checking. Should I also book for…Mr Kendrick?” I asked him. “You didn’t…tell me he was coming,”

“Oh no don’t worry, you won’t be seeing me,” Mr Kendrick said. “I already have a place to stay,”

“Yes sir,”

“Dude, you supposed to be with your soon-to-be bride. The closer the better,” Mr Kendrick was clearly taunting Mr Stark. “Why sleep in those cold sheets when you can get cuddles in the mansion,”

“I don’t want to be near that woman any longer than I have to,” Mr Stark grumbled under his breath.

“The Romans are expecting you, sir,” I said. “Mr Kevin Roman requested a meeting with you at two o’clock,”

“Cancel it,” he said.

“Eloise is pretty. I’m sure you’ll get along with her,” Mr Kendrick spoke up when neither of us said anything for a minute or two. “I bet she’s a virgin too,” he smirked.

“Can you shut up?” Mr Stark turned to his friend. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“What? I’m being supportive here,” Mr Kendrick. “You look miserable, so I’m trying to cheer you up,” he said with a goofy smile. Mr Stark’s face twisted in disgust.

“For the love of the fucking God, stop making that face,” he groaned, making Mr Kendrick laugh.

“I just don’t get why you’re going ahead with this,” he said with a shrug. “I get that it was your dad’s wish or something, but you can’t not see these people are playing with your mother. And I don’t think the marriage alliance is necessary,”

“What do you suggest I do?”

“I don’t know,” Mr Kendrick said with a shrug. “Anything but that,”

“Seriously? You’re telling me not to do this and that’s your response?”

“What? I own a club, not a multi-billion company,” Mr Kendrick said in defence. Mr Stark only grumbled under his breath. “Okay, but look on the bright side,” Mr Stark slowly turned to Mr Kendrick. “You get a pretty wife,” he smiled.

“Motherfucker, I’ll kill you right now, if you don’t shut your mou-“

“I’m just saying that you don’t have to deal with an ugly face when ya’ll are fucki-“

“I’m not fucking her,” Mr Stark said.

“You’ll get desperate,” Mr Kendrick pointed. “What was your longest…free from sex time?” he asked him. “Two days? That’s what I thought. You two will be fucking like rabbits in no time. If you look on the bright side, once you’re married, the world will no longer see you as the manwhore,”

“Liam, are you calling me a whore?”

“It’s no me, it’s the press and the public,” he shrugged.

“And you don’t fuck around?” Mr Stark snapped back.

“Hey, don’t fuck with me. I’m sentimental about it, okay? There’s a difference,” I frowned. How does that make it any better?

“And that’s supposed to make it better?” Mr Stark rose a brow.

“Yeah, it does,” Mr Kendrick nodded to himself, seemingly proud of the ‘sentimental’ part. “And if you don’t stop before the wedding is announced, your mother will be on your back,” he laughed to himself before adding. “I can almost hear her. ‘Emmanuel, I raised you better than that. Pull yourself together.’ She’s delusional thinking she can change you,” I snickered under my breath and quickly covered it with a cough when they both turned to me.

“Miles Manando,” I tensed. “Are you laughing?”

“No sir,” I said clearing my throat. “Definitely not laughing,”

“He was laughing,” Mr Kendrick said eyeing me with a smirk. “And he agrees with me,” I looked between the two friends.

Deciding I’ve heard enough of their conversation, I stood up. “I’ll just be…in the bedroom,” I said pointing to the close door at the end of the jet. “If you don’t mind. It’s a long flight and I didn’t get much sleep, so…” I grabbed my phone and everything else that belongs to me.

I can’t believe I had to listen to that.

*****

“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” I asked, looking around the hotel apartment they’d allocated to Mr Stark. It had the perfect view of the city lights. I know I’d stay glued up against the glass wall every night, just to look at that beautiful view. Sadly, I cannot afford this place, so I found a cheaper hotel not too far from this one. I’d rented a car so I can get to Mr Stark faster, should he need me.

“We’re going to the Romans tomorrow at 10 o’clock,” he said taking his coat off.

“I know sir,” I said. When he turns to me, I realised I should have said ‘yes sir’ even though I already knew of tomorrow’s schedule. “Yes sir,” I said looking away.

“You can leave,” he said.

“I can call room service for you, before I g-“

“I know how to make a call, Mr Manando,” he said.

“Okay, then…have a good night, sir,” I said making my way to the door.

On my way to the hotel, I stopped by the local restaurant to get myself dinner. I almost shit myself when I realised how expensive things were compared to the South African currency. I’m losing over a hundred dollars over a meal and a cheap ass wine bottle. Fuck.

Going back to my place, I realised how fucked I am. Here I’d assumed that we would be staying no more than a week here, and now I’m not so sure. I feel like this will be a long process; whatever Mr Stark is trying to do with the Romans. I don’t have enough money. Fuck. I grabbed my wallet and sat down on the bed, counting. How’d I get Mr Stark’s schedule perfect, and I screw up mine? You know what, I’m just going to call Indra.

“Found any chick yet?” was the first thing I heard when she answered.

“The obsession you have with my love or sexual life is concerning Indra,” I said rolling my eyes. “We just got here, and I realised I’m too broke for this lifestyle,” Indra bursts out laughing. I plugged in my air pods and shoved my phone in my jean pockets before unpacking my travelling bag, getting ready for the night. “This isn’t a laughing matter, you idiot,”

“I’m sorry, it’s just the way you said. What’s up?” she said.

“I just realised I don’t know how long Mr Stark will be and so I booked myself into a cheaper hotel, but my wallet doesn’t think it’s cheap, so I’m fucked,”

“How much do you want me to send you?” she asked. And it’s reasons like these that I stuck around with her annoying ass.

“I’ll send you the total in dollars and you figure it o-“

“Shit, I’m about to go broke over your dumbass,” she said. “Why didn’t you stay with Mr Stark?”

“Excuse me?” she giggled.

“What? He can pay for you to sleep in silky clean sheets, mixed with his strong arms around your wai-“

“Shut up,” I groaned, reaching for my small bag. I looked through it, checking to see if I missed anything. “I don’t even know why I called you?”

“Because you love me,” she said laughing. “It’s quiet without you here. If I get robbed, it’s on you,”

“Tell the robbers to saw your mouth shut,” I snorted.

“Bitch,”

“See? You don’t shu-“ I froze when it finally dawned on me, I forgot something. “Oh no,” I rummaged through the whole bags. “Oh no, this can’t be happening,”

“What’s happening?” Indra asked. I looked around, my heart hammering in my chest. “Miles, what’s-“

“Indra, can you check if I left my meds in the nightstand? The one on the right,” I asked.

“Oh no bitch, you didn’t,” I heard her shuffling. I came looking while she went over to my place. “They’re all here,” my heart sank. “How do you leave the most important?”

“I was rushing in the morning. I didn’t think Mr Stark would call until later in the afternoon or something,” I said. “I’m fucked,”

“You got pads with you?” Indra asked.

“Yes, I have the emergency pack with me, but it won’t be enough,” I said sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Okay, you have your prescription card with you?” I grabbed my wallet, looking for it.

“Yeah, I do,”

“Great, get to the nearest pharmacy store and get new meds,” she said.

“Indra, it’s ten o’clock in the night here,”

“Then you better pray they don’t close early or at all,” she said. “Get moving,”

“Uh…okay, I’ll call you,” I said.

I drove around the area, looking for any pharmacy that might be open. When I ended up driving to town and thankfully, they weren’t closed. Walking in, I rushed to the counter, right at the back. There was another guy also waiting.

“Hi,” he greeted me. I looked for the worker. “She’s…uh, busy with something at the moment,” he told me. I turned to him. He smiled at me.

“Sorry, hi,” I said. “I just…my mind’s pretty occupied,”

“Oh no it’s cool man,” he said. I nodded. “Where you from?” I quirked a brow at him, and he chuckled lowly. “That was weird, wasn’t it?” he said. “Your accent. I don’t think I’m familiar,”

“South Africa,” I said. “I’m from South Africa,”

“That’s cool. You’re here for vacation? It’s quite a long trip, I suppose,” he said. “I mean, you’re right at the bottom of Africa,” I laughed at that. When he looks at me like I grew a second head, I stopped.

“This might sound offensive, but I was expecting something along the lines of you thinking South Africa is the continent and not a country,” he laughed. “I get that a lot more than I’d like to admit. So, this is quite refreshing,”

“No, I get you,” he said. “I mean, I’m American, so I know exactly what you’re talking about. I guess you could say I paid attention to Geography,” we both share a laugh while I looked around the lady who’s supposed to be here. “I’m Sam,” he held out his hand.

“Miles,” I said shaking his hand.

There’s a moment of silence before he speaks again. “So, vacation?”

“Oh no, business trip,” I said. When he frowned, I added, “I’m here with the boss. I’m his PA,”

“Damn, that’s got to be some top-notch job or something,” Sam says. I frowned at that. “You know the boss personally. And in a way, you get to hang out with the top dogs,”

“I guess,”

“Which company is it?”

“Stark Corp,” his eyes widened at that.

“No way,” he said turning his full body to me. “Emmanuel Stark?”

“Yeah,”

“Well now I’m definitely jealous,” he said. “That’s lit man. Salute,” he said bumping fists with me.

“It’s not a big deal,” I shrugged.

“Dude, you’re one of the wealthiest man’s PA, that’s a freakin’ big deal,” he said. “Or that’s what I think. I thought about taking that route, but then I don’t have that kind of patience nor intelligence,” he shook his head. “I mean if you think about it, half the times, the company is in your hands. If I messed up, I’d just straight-out cry,” I laughed.

“I think I’ve done that in the beginning. You get used to it eventually,” I said laughing. “You just have to learn what to avoid and learn how he likes things done, then you should be fine,”

“No but the rich businessmen have got to be the meanest,” Sam said. “I can’t handle that,”

“Mr Stark isn’t mean, he just doesn’t like certain things,” I said with a shrug.

“You’re either really nice or you’re sleeping with the boss,” I gasped turning to Sam. He held his hands up, laughing.

“I’m not…gay,” I protested.

“Then you’re really a nice person,” he said smiling at me. “You’re blushing,” he pointed out.

“Black people don’t blush,” I blurted out.

“Because turning pink is the only form of blushing, huh?” he said with a knowing smirk when I smacked my lips closed. Thankfully, the lady came back.

“I’m sorry Sam, but these are the only ones I could find,” the lady said handing Sam pills. “Check in with us in the next…four days. Or you can go to the-“

“It’s fine,” Sam said grabbing the pills. “I’ll just go up my bills at the hospital tomorrow,” he said sadly. “Period pains suck,” he added.

“Hi, how can I help you?” the lady turns to me with a smile.

“Uh,” I looked sideways at Sam. “I’m on a business trip, from South Africa and I forgot my prescribed meds. Is there a chance I could get them here?”

“Do you have the card?” I placed it on the counter. The lady sighed, looking up at me sadly. “I’m sorry sweetie, we ran out. This is a low-cost drug store, so I don’t always have the stock. I just gave Sam the last pills. I really am sorry,”

“Fuck,” I am royally screwed.

“You’re transgender,” I hear Sam speak up. Turning to him, he’s anything but judging. He’s smiling at me.

“Yes,” I said with a sigh. “I am a transman,” his smile widened, and I’m left confused. “Can I get sanitary pads and ibuprofen, please,” I said.

“Period pains suck,”

“You can say that again,” Sam agreed.

*****

Okay so, first things first, please be advised that I’ve never been to Seattle, so I don’t know how it works, alright? I’ve never seen, smelt, or tasted anything Seattle related, so if you see anything wrong with the above chapter, know that it’s made up or part of the plot to keep the storyline going. If there’s anything worth changing that won’t alter the storyline, feel free to let me know.

And I think we’re familiar with transgender people taking hormonal pills for various reasons. I just stated the menstrual cycle part, but there’s obviously more, right? I believe they take testosterone meds. I think they are called Exogenous testosterone and they’re used to induce virilization suppress feminizing characteristics. Virilization is basically a condition in which a female develops characteristics associated with male hormones (androgens), or when a new-born has characteristics of male hormone exposure at birth.

And just a reminder, Miles transitioned from female to male, so he’s a transman.

Until next time, people.