PROLOGUE

“Good morning, Sir. Your meeting will start at eight, an hour from now with the CEO of Fly High Airlines. And another meeting before lunch with-” Joseff cut his secretary.

“Fly High Airlines? Who’s the CEO?” he asked while looking at some papers he needed to sign.

“Philip Nieverro, Sir,” his secretary said. ‘So it was still your dad managing the company, ha?’ he thought when he remembered the guy who had occupied his mind for years. He grimaced at the thought and motioned his secretary to continue.

WHILE on the other part, Pierro was walking confidently inside his father’s company with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand fixing his shades. While he was walking, the employees of the company, men and women, could not help but sigh in admiration for the most gorgeous man they had ever seen. It was their boss’s son, the one and only.

Opening the door of his father’s office, Pierro saw his parents both being clingy to each other, making him almost puke in his pants.

“Is this what you call me for? To see the two of you being clingy to each other?” He asked his father, who was busy eating his breakfast fed by his wife.

“Son! You are here, come sit. Did you eat already?” His mother approached him, leaving her husband’s mouth open because the spoon with his food was with his wife.

Pierro grins at his father’s face and the old man started ranting just as he thought.

“My, how dare you leave my mouth open! I’m mad, I am mad! I don't want to eat any-” His father dramatically said, but immediately stopped making him facepalm because his mother had pushed the spoon inside his father’s mouth, making his father choke a little. And Pierro could not help but laugh at his parents’ craziness. He misses this.

“I don’t often see my son because he's always busy with his career and you,” his mother pointed out to her father, “we always see each other, so stop being a big baby, or else...” His mom threatened that made his father pout while glaring at him because he wouldn’t stop laughing. 

While his mother was fixing his food, her dad cleared his throat when he remembered why he had asked for his son’s presence.

“Hijo, you remember what day it is tomorrow, right?” His father asked.

“Tomorrow? It's Tuesday. Why? You don’t have a calendar here?” He asked nonchalantly and started eating while his mom, who’d been assisting him, smacked his head upon hearing his reply, making him choke and cough. 

“What? I was only joking, Mom. It’s your anniversary I know! No need to hurt me! Oh hell, that's painful.” he reacted while pouting, while his dad was laughing but immediately stopped upon seeing his wife's glare. 

“Yes Hijo, that's why I and your mom planned to travel for a month or two. And because you said you’re on vacation for months, would you mind handling the company until we come home?” His father carefully asked with puppy dog eyes, knowing that his son, who does not like doing office work, might reject his favor.

Pierro, on the other hand, was thinking. Then he saw his parents looking tenderly and hoping at each other. He sighed and decided to let his parents have their time.

“Sure, dad, when will I start?” He asked that caused his father to cough out the food in his mouth. That made him laugh and worry at the same time, but he remembered it was just his father being a drama king again.

“You still have an hour to prepare. I will call my secretary to give you a briefing. Good luck! We are leaving now, yehey!” And just like that, his parents left him with tons of work, lots of meetings, and unfinished foods on the table. 

“What a great way to start a day,” He mumbled under his breath and started fixing his tie and suit for the meeting. 

IT was past eight and his client is late making Joseff groan. He was about to call his secretary, but a knock stopped him from doing so.

“Good afternoon, Sir. The client has arrived.” His secretary announces.

“Let him in,” he said and fixed his suit while standing and readying himself to welcome his client. But instead of an old man, Joseff saw someone he used to know. And a flash of brisk memories crosses his mind.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!” Pedro sings the birthday song while slowly nearing Juan with a cake in his hands and a party hat in his head. Juan on the other part was not even shocked by Pedro’s surprise. He expected this, knowing how crazy Pedro is. He rolled his eyes at him but still, there's a glimpse of happiness in his eyes, the thing that made Pedro’s heart melt and sway.

‘at last, he looks happy’

“Now come here big buddy, make a wish and blow these candles,” Pedro said wearing his captivating smile that made Juan’s breathing hitched. Because he felt it again, the feeling and, sensation that only Pedro can make him feel.

His reverie stopped when he felt something being put in his head which is the party hat. And that’s when he heard Pedro ranting about how preoccupied Juan’s mind is and that he is greatly offended because he thinks that Juan did not like the surprise and started pouting like a big baby. 

Juan on the other hand who was just observing Pedro had the urge to lean forward and taste that pinkish pouty lips of Pedro. Realizing his thoughts, Juan was about to clear his throat when Pedro lean his face forward causing only an inch of gap between their faces. Pedro’s face is full of curiosity while looking at Juan's unreadable and blushing face. Worried that Juan is sick he raised his hand and was about to touch Juan’s forehead when he felt a soft touch on his lips. It was indeed soft because it is Juan’s lips! 

‘Juan is kissing me, what the hell?’

Pedro’s eyes widened more because he felt Juan’s lips moving slowly and tenderly around his lips. And when Juan bit his lower lip, Pedro couldn’t stop his moan. Making Juan froze, eyes now opened while making a distance to Pedro’s face.

‘What the hell! Did I just slip my insanity away?’

Scared of Pedro's reaction, he left without saying anything leaving a flabbergasted Pedro in the middle of his condo.

“Damn those sweet soft lips, I want more... but I can't.”

“Juan?” With a shocked face, Pierro unconsciously said the nickname of the person he misses... scratch that, despises the most.

“Mr. Olivarez, pardon me, but I thought it was your CEO I was having a meeting with.” Joseff’s chilly voice made Pierro shiver and made him stop to look at Joseff, who was now giving him a scrutinizing look. Unconsciously, his eyes lingered longer on Joseff’s face, seeing again those dark and dangerous pair of gray eyes, the highly pointed nose, and thin reddish lips with his jaw properly angled. This man was still gorgeous as ever, but he was back from spacing out when he saw its strong jaw moving.

Clearing his throat, easing the tension, and shrugging off the uneasiness, Pierro answered him with his professional voice if it turned out that way.

“I was appointed as the temporary CEO of our company while my father is doing his other business which is my mom. I know you know me, but let me introduce myself. I am Pierro Uller Olivarez. Long time no see.” Pierro said wearing his mask and even though he's shaking inside, Pierro still manages to talk straight under the coldest stare from Joseff and even dared to lean his hand forward to shake hands.

“Yeah, long time no see, Mr. Olivarez," Joseff said and accepted his hand, making Pierro shiver because of the familiar feeling that touched him through Joseff's callous hand. Joseff saw it but chose not to talk. He doesn’t want to open anything from the past, not now.

Then Joseff offered him a seat and a drink, which he gladly accepted, but truly he was mentally torturing his self.

Sipping his coffee, Joseff can’t stop looking at Pierro’s face and body. He grew handsomely beautiful, ‘and I’m being a sinner again.’ he thought. Remembering something, he erased all the emotions from his face and started talking like he didn’t know the man in front of him. And Pierro could feel that Joseff was only talking to him civilly because of business. That is how professional he is and I should be professional too right?