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2024-10-29 19:42:56As I neared the glass doors of Gray's Consulting, my boss's matte black Lamborghini was pulling into its designated parking lot. The man had money, and was more than happy to flaunt it.
"Good morning Miss Carson," he greeted me, looking just as lavish as his sleek sports car.
"Mr Gray," I acknowledged him as he fell in step with me, entering the building as I did.
"How was your weekend?" He started with his usual idle conversation, making me groan internally.
"Not too bad," came my formulaic response. "And yours?"
"Could have been better," he replied.
My attention was suddenly caught by someone
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"You wanted to see me sir?"I'd taken my sweet time getting back from my lunch break, but knew that I had to face him sooner rather than later."Yes," Mr Gray replied, folding his hands on the desk in front of him. "Take a seat.""Alright," I complied, "but I can't stay long. I have a rather large list of things to get back to - courtesy of my incredibly needy boss."He stayed silent, his gaze hardening as he masterfully resisted my bait."I got your Budget Report," he stated, seeming a little unimpressed."Oh yes," I smiled proudly. "I put a lot of work into that. Did you like the font?""It looked remarkably similar to the one I got from the accounting department," he purposefully ignored my question. "Would you happen
Make Me fifteen
Four days. It had been four days since I'd last seen Mr Gray, who had conveniently decided not to show up to work for the rest of the week after our interaction on Monday. No one had talked about his absence, nor had they discussed the relatively public confrontation between the boss and myself. I could only assume that people had made the connection between the two events in their heads, but it seemed as though the topics were unanimously regarded as taboo. It was now Friday, and although I was relieved that I hadn't had to deal with the CEO's sour attitude, the ever-growing pile of work on his desk was definitely starting to concern me.Despite my poor opinion of most aspects of his personality, I had never considered Mr Gray the type to abandon ship. This was so unlike him; the man hadn't taken a day off in yonks. Even on the rare occasion when illness had kept him home, he had always logged on and been just as active as he would've been in the office. But not th
Make Me sixteen
Riding up the elevator, I took a moment to decide on my strategy for the day. I could either face the fire and initiate a confrontation, or do the complete opposite and avoid my boss like the plague. Without much need for consideration, I went with the latter option, not really sure what I'd say to him anyway.Unfortunately for me, it seemed he had other ideas.After deliberately bypassing Mr Gray's office, I walked into mine to find the big man himself sitting in my chair, looking as painfully flawless as ever. He lifted his gaze to meet my own as he heard me enter the room. Although his eyes were just as vacant as usual, they were considerably softer than I'd seen them for a while. It was as though he almost.. regretted his behaviour?Neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved. This was exactly the awkwardness I'd been desperate to avoid."Well," I decided to make the
Make Me seventeen
"You want to know why I was away all of last week, Ally?" He asked me, deliberately breaking my second condition. This was the only answer I had wanted from him this morning, but now I wasn't so sure."Yes?" I replied tentatively, knowing that I really didn't have any other choice."Because whenever I'm around you," his eyes held such intense eye contact that I felt almost hypnotised by his stare, "I can't freaking hold myself back.""I- I don't understand," I stumbled, not really believing the words that were coming out of his mouth."I honestly can't explain it" his head was in his hands, his eyes closed as he processed what he was saying. "Ever since I met you, I haven't been able to get you out of my head.""You what?" I was completely gobsmacked by his admission."I like you, Al," he finally blurted, slipping in my nickname for t
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Tyler's POV"Mr Baird," I greeted the older man with a simple nod. "Do you have a moment?""Absolutely, Mr Gray," he replied cheerfully, gesturing for me to take a seat. "What can I do for you?"This was entirely unusual for the both of us. I had never really been the one to visit my workers, as I personally preferred the feeling of having them in my domain rather than the other way around. So even though Mr Baird's office was just across from mine in the hallway, I had only ever been inside on a few odd occasions."I ah- actually just wanted to thank you for all of your work last week," I stumbled over my words, clearly not the type to say such things very often. "You seemed to keep this place under control better than I do.""Not at all, sir," he chuckled humbly. "I hardly did a thing.""I also wanted to sort of check in with you,"
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By the time Nate showed up at my door later that afternoon, I'd taken a shower and settled into some sweats, ready for a super chill night ahead. Despite his pretty immature behaviour earlier on in the day, I'd decided to let go of all my pent up frustration and just focus on Nate and enjoying his company."Hey baby," he pulled me into a tight hug as he crossed the threshold into my apartment. "How do you always manage to look so sexy in sweats.""I guess it's just a natural talent of mine," I laughed. I was literally wearing sweatpants and a crop top bra - as always - and had my hair in a messy bun; more like a bird's nest to be honest. It was far from cute in my opinion, but I definitely wasn't going to deny a compliment like that, no matter how misplaced it may have been.He placed a kiss on my forehead, then on my temple, then to my jaw, and on the corner of my lips, before finall
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"Did someone call for a tour-guide?" Tyler's deep voice asked as I opened up my door to him."Well technically Nikki did," I laughed. "But I guess I'll take you up on the offer while you're here.""Good answer," he smiled. "You look amazing, by the way."It was at that moment that I realised that I hadn't even remembered to change out of my sweats and sports bra. Nate had left my apartment just minutes ago, giving me time enough to very roughly clean the apartment of all of the half-empty food packets and pizza boxes. Even though Tyler knew that I had just been with Nate, the last thing I wanted to do was to rub it in, or to put my messy room on display. But in doing that, I'd completely forgotten that my attire was hardly appropriate for a platonic night out with my boss."Thanks Tyler," I simply replied, causing him to smile as I called him by his name. I mean there
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Walking into the office the next morning, my mind was made up and I knew what I had to do. Despite the undeniable chemistry between Tyler and myself, I knew that it would be absolutely stupid of me to let go of everything I'd built with Nate in order to pursue a 'relationship' with someone who didn't know the meaning of the word. And for that reason alone, I'd decided that I needed to be professional with Tyler, and keep it that way from this point forwards."Good morning, Mr Gray," I greeted him cheerfully, walking into his office with his order of coffee. Even though I'd left his house just hours ago, seeing him effected me more than I'd dare to admit."Bringing back the formalities already?" He smirked devilishly. "You know you can call me Tyler when it's just us - or when it's not.""I think it's probably best that I don't, Sir," I remained as composed as possible, remembering that if I didn't set the standard now, I would never
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Despite my years of running for leisure, adrenaline was the only thing fuelling me as I sprinted through the doors of the emergency room. I'd hardly stopped to take a breath ever since getting the call from Zoey. After grabbing my absolute essentials and rushing downstairs to hail a cab, I'd taken the excruciatingly long ride to the hospital where Tyler was at. It was nearing midnight when I finally arrived, and was eerily quiet in the brightly lit waiting room."Can I help you, Miss?" the receptionist called me over to the front desk."Yes um.. I'm here to see Tyler Gray," I replied, not really sure what to say in such a circumstance."He's actually in the intensive care ward at the moment, and our visitation hours are over," my heart dropped as her words sunk in. "So I'm sorry, but unless you're directly related to the pat
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Over the next few days, work became a painful distraction from my even more painful reality.Without having Tyler around, the jobs seemed to pile up for everyone else, which was good for getting my mind off everything, but made me all the more irritable and tired by the time I went home each afternoon.Rather inevitably, there were also a countless number of reminders of Mr Gray everywhere around the office. And even though Mr Baird was the official Acting Manager while Tyler was gone, everything still seemed to be about 'Mr Gray wants this' and 'Mr Gray does that'.After almost an entire week of being in these conditions, I was practically going insane. And considering that this was the case when he wasn't even at work, I didn't even want to imagine the struggle my life would be when he
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"It's my mum," he spoke almost shakily, leading me to immediately assume the worst.And as the next two words left his lips, my heart shattered into a million pieces along with his own."She's dying.""Oh Tyler, I'm so sorry," I tried my best to convey my sympathy, eventhough I knew I would probably never know the extent of his pain. "When did you find out?""Zoey called last Wednesday," he replied, "just after I got the text from Rebecca.""You should have told me. You know I would have come back early with you.""Would you have? Really?" His voice raised slightly again, the first sign that the tone was turning. "Because it really seemed to me like you'd left me for dirt.""I was just scared, Tyler," I reasoned with him. "There wasn't a second there that I stopped cari
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I arrived at work half an hour early on Monday morning, hoping that the extra time would allow me to settle my self and my nerves before the inevitable reunion with Mr Gray. Our 'unrelated' holidays had reached their scheduled expiration, forcing both of us back to work to finally face our reality.By the time the clock struck seven, I'd successfully built up the courage to go knock on his door. But there was no reply. When I walked into his office, his chair was empty and his desk was bare. There was no evidence of him in sight, which didn't sit well with me.Nevertheless, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, trying again an hour later, but to no avail. He wasn't in, and something really wasn't right."Come in," a deep voice called as I knocked on the door of my other superior
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"Please pick up," I mumbled to myself quietly as I held my phone up to my ear. The ringing sound dragged on for what felt like forever, before the dreaded voicemail came through for the umpteenth time."Tyler Gray is unable to come to the phone right now," the automated recording seemed to taunt me. "Please leave a message after the beep.""Tyler, baby, it's me - Ally," I cringed at sound of the words coming out from my mouth. "Please call me back, I just want to know that you're ok."I placed my phone back in my pocket as I waited by the taxi terminal for a ride back into the city. I'd just landed in New York after catching a sort of emergency return flight. Tyler had appeared to have upped and left Melbourne without my knowing, leaving me to assume that he was now back in The States as well. But since he wasn't returning any of my cal
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"Rise and shine," I woke to Becca pulling open the curtains of the room I was staying in, letting the bright morning sunlight fill the space."What time is it?" I croaked out, rolling over in an attempt to shield my face from the direct light."Almost midday," she replied. "I thought I'd wake you while it was still the morning.""Mhmm," I murmured sleepily, yawning as I began to stretch out my muscles.I'd gotten back to the house at around four o'clock in the morning, and hadn't had too much trouble falling asleep after that. I think I'd been entirely too exhausted, both physically and emotionally, to not pass out the second my head hit the pillow.Since it was well and truly too late for breakfast, Becca
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Just as we were about to head off to the next shop, a voice called my name from somewhere behind me, causing me to turn around instinctively."Shit," I cursed under my breath as I saw the voice's owner approaching where I stood beside Tyler. "How's it going, Mason?""Oh it's going just fine with me," he had a sly expression on his face that I couldn't quite read as he inspected the situation in front of him."I'm glad," I replied stiffly. "Um, Tyler, this is Mason - my ex," he gave a small nod in Mason's direction. "And Mason, this is-""Don't act like I don't already know who the fuck this is, Ally," Mason cut me off rather aggressively, planting a pretty distinct seed of terror in my mind."Woah woah," Tyler now spoke up, taking a step closer to Mason a
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When morning finally rolled around, the winter sun streamed through the window and onto the bed, waking me up in the most natural way. I yawned softly as I got my bearings, and realised that Tyler was still holding me as he was when we'd fallen asleep. We must have both slept real well given that neither of us had moved about."Good morning baby," his deep morning voice vibrated through me as he spoke from just behind my ear. "And happy Birthday.""How did you know that it was today?" I turned so that I was now facing him, his arm still draped over my waist and holding me close. I couldn't help but to run my fingers over his perfect features, intoxicated by the way the sun bounced off his bare skin."I pay more attention than you think," he chuckled lowly, placing a kiss to my forehead. "Plus Becca told me last night."
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"Hey, Al," Jake came over to give me a hug as we arrived at the racetrack."Yo bro," I grinned back."What's up man!" My brother turned his attention to Tyler who was stood beside me, giving him a passionate bro-hug which was majorly reciprocated."That's a sick car you've got there," Tyler commented, gesturing towards the white Subaru parked behind him. "Impreza STI?""Yep," Jake confirmed the car's make. "2006 model, so it's classic."It may have been 'classic', but it certainly wasn't stock off the assembly line. The amount of money he must have spent on modifications over the years was more than he'd care to admit. But, the end result was something that even I could admit looked pretty cool."God, I bet it flies round the track too," Tyler continued, appearing to know a thing or two
