But what I don't relay is the fact I came down here with the promise of a job at King Enterprises. That my escape just so happened to be the worst mistake of my life.I didn't fit in; I knew that from the day I walked inside Mr King's office for my interview.All those around me were blonde, young and idiots. Yet he gave me the job with a secret smile, and I've been there just under two years as I quickly worked my arse through the ranks, always asking why I was different. I was naive to believe I was getting myself places. That perhaps he hired me because I wasn't his type, and he actually liked that.But then he thrust this weird arrangement with his son just a few weeks back. And he orchestrated the two girls, because they sure weren't women, to come onto Sebastian just last week."Perhaps you do now, but your accent isn't from around home," he points out, turning to Sebastian, who remains silent but grinning."I was born and raised in Yorkshire, a small town that offered nothing
Sebastian"You really fucking like her," Josh chuckles whilst watching me follow the girl that's walking away without a damned look back at the table we still sit at.She's leaving before discussing sleeping particulars, and for some reason, I find that not having her here at the table only makes me want to retire to the apartment we call our own for the next few days. "Don't know what the fuck you're talking about," I lie. Knowing full well this is more emotion than I've shown in three years or more years. "Seb, this is good... it's about fucking time.""Don't. Don't fucking say it, Josh.""I will. You've been living in this perpetual state of unknown for years now.""I have a wife," I tell him. Getting a look from the couple, particularly the woman at the next table over.I realise then how that must sound, and for a moment, I hate that I've made it seem like I want the girl who just left our table when I have a wife at home. But the reality is I don't have a wife at home. I haven
CassidyI presume Sebastian and Josh had decided to share the larger of the two rooms. Which is precisely as I intended, but that means I have to leave my room to go to the communal bathroom rather than having the pleasure of having everything I need in my room.Perhaps I should have been selfish and kept the larger room for myself. The bed was at least double the size of my small double at home, and the bathroom had a walk-in rain shower and a clawfoot tub that was calling to me.I freeze almost instantly as I leave the bedroom in my nightdress with my towel, makeup bag and clothing for the day. Josh is sitting on the sofa, a mug in one hand, facing me.It feels as if he's been waiting for me to wake, but that would be a ridiculous thought and far-fetched, considering we barely know one another."Good morning," he nods to me. Sipping the coffee as I stand stupefied on the spot, not knowing how to react or what to do. "Morning," I mumble back only when I find my voice and then go to
Sebastian "You set that up, didn't you?" I ask Josh almost as soon as the doors closed, and I appraise him sitting on the sofa with that smug look of triumph on his stupid face. "I didn't prevent it," he shrugs. "Josh..." "Seb?" He asks, standing from the sofa to follow along behind me as I enter our room with anguish that I didn't make a fucking move on the pretty brunette that's been plaguing my sleep all damn night. Pretty much every night since she stormed into my office actually. "You didn't sleep a wink, and you were hard all night," he points out, looking down at my crotch, making me blush so fucking hard that it should be illegal. This isn't a conversation we should be having. "Josh, that's inappropriate..." I state, grabbing boxers to dress, hating to think that he looked at me at all in that light because, in truth, I was hard all night. I need a fucking release, yet knowing that my body, god, fate, won't allow that. Yet even now, I choose to remember all th
"Will you leave me alone if I do the above?" "I'll kneel at your feet and praise you like the god you think you are, Seb." "Fine, I'll take her out for the morning. But I don't promise to kiss and fuck her." "You'll get there, now hurry up... Charlotte is visiting me," he grins, a sly look of excitement filtering on his face as he mentions our best friend. "Oh. Oh, now I get it. You need us gone to fuck," I sigh, shaking my head as we stare at one another whilst I button my shirt from bottom to top.He looks at me unashamed and nods, his head bobbing enthusiastically. "Not gonna make baby number two if we don't," he shrugs, moving away to make the bed. I watch, enthralled, as he sweeps through the room, making it presentable. And then he breaks out fake petals that he draped over the bed and floor and into the bathroom, where he deposits a candle that he ought not to burn here in a hotel suite. "Make sure they change the bed sheets when you're done," I throw over my shoulder a
Cassidy I'm not sure why I'm acting so ungrateful when all I want to do is walk around London, see every sight it has to offer and revel in being somewhere other than my flat or work. I've lived in the UK all my life, but we have never travelled to the capital. I was born and raised on a farm, covered in shit, mucking out the animals. I lived and breathed manure, livestock, and kill pens. It wasn't until Derek's death that I decided to leave Yorkshire and my parents. I always dreamed big and wanted out of the life I was born into, yet I never dared to chase my dreams. I still lack the courage; the only reason I find myself here is the need to run when I was drowning in uncertainty. I started a new life only because I couldn't face those that I left behind. And I haven't looked back once and haven't been home since. Not even around the holidays. Sebastian walks beside me as we walk through the streets of London from the hotel. It doesn't take long to find the notorious streets
"For your daughter?" She asks, pointing her pen between us. I expect Sebastian to decline such a thing, but he nods silently. "I hope your daughter enjoys the doll," she bids us farewell. "Thank you," he nods to her, guiding us out of her small shop. "You hungry?" He asks, looking around the small road. I study him, his Adam Apple bobbing as he swallows. His cheeks are a little flushed... His eyes on me, watching me watch him. My gaze drops to his lips, curled up in a smile as he beams back at me. "A little," I admit. "Let's go in there. If I remember correctly, the croissants are to die for and the coffee just as much." "Okay," I nod. "Always so amenable," he remarks, the word his father described me with on more than one occasion. Taking us across the road after a cyclist goes past. "Would you like me to refuse?" "No, no, I wouldn't, Cassidy." "Cassy," I correct him, hating to hear my full name when I've never been known as that. "Have I redeemed myself enough to give
Sebastian** You never know the value of a moment**There's something about dressing in a tux.The soft material clings in all the right places because it was made solely for you to move in.The charcoal grey suits me, or so Bethany once said. Memories flood, depicting a life entirely of me adorning such a suit at every avenue I stepped into. My first tux was prom, year eleven. Ten whole years ago, when I was merely a sixteen-year-old boy that goofed around doing kid shit whilst hoping for the best with my grades. I had no plan, no desires, living each day as if it were my last. My mates and I were already half wasted; we'd been drinking before our Hummer limo pick-up, of which we would accompany each other to collect the girls of our friend group in high school.Back then, things were all fun and games.The second time I wore a tux was my very first meeting with the big boys.Luckily for me, I fell out of college into work as I started working for my father's company, and things