Theodore I pull at my tie as I walk into the huge foyer with shiny walls and shiny floors. Gulping painfully, I increase my pace to reach the long reception. I recognize the snobby woman who also welcomed me to this place for my interview. “Good morning.” I clear my throat as my gleeful tone gets me a death glare. I wait a few seconds for her to say something but as she just continues to look at me with an annoyed expression, I decide to dare and speak again. “Theodore… Baxter. I’m the new hire for the tech support team.” I flash her a smile but she just rolls her eyes and taps on her headset. “The tech guy is here. Can I send her up to Helga or what do I do with him?” Seeing her tone and her attitude, the only thing missing is her chewing on bubble gum and blowing big bubbles while chomping on the gun with an open mouth. I clear my throat again, wanting to get her attention. “Actually, I was told I should report to Gilda.” It’s hard to keep my smile up as she shoots me anoth
Theodore My heart is already beating into my throat as I step onto the floor where I ended up just a few days ago as I had to stutter out my apology. I feel like shaking up, going crazy as I can nearly smell his cologne. I’m a goner. Gilda is not sitting at her desk, and Helga stops in front of it, pursing her lips. “Agh, bummer.” She seems to think about how to proceed and after taking a deep breath, rolls back her shoulders and charges forward once again.I jerk up, practically running after her until we reach the office I know has to be the one of Helades. She knocks and sets up a smile as she steps into the room. I notice right away how in contrast to the other offices it is awfully dark. The artificial lights illuminate the room as the blinds are shut, locking the sun out. This guy is mental.Helades doesn’t even spare me a glance and checks his watch as he mutters, “Did you go on a brunch date, or what?”I clench my fist, reciting a mantra about how I need this job and b
Theodore It definitely isn’t him. My man of the shadows would never be like this. He is a gorgeous man. With a sexy grin, and juicy lips that have nothing for me other than kind words. Not a sadistic asshole. I scratch my head, still feeling the spot where the pen had hit me, breaking off a piece of my heart in the process. Wanker. Looking at the small notepad I got from him, I sigh absentmindedly. 1. No “funny” jokes. I still can’t believe he made me put that one in brackets. 2. Wear my phone on me all the time and keep the line free for him. 3. If he can’t reach me just once, I am fired.That must be some sick kind of game. 4. I get four hours of sleep, but he decides when. This one actually proves it. 5. If I am out, I need to let everything fall and come back to the company immediately if there is an emergency. 6. I need to show up for a monthly health check-up sponsored by the company. 7. If I fail the check-up, I’ll get fired. At least my work will be appreciate
Theodore “Here I am,” I shout, bursting into Helades’ ominous office. Nearly feeling ashamed at how out of breath I am, I risk losing the little bit of air that I have still left in my lungs as I take another good look at him. He is glaring at me through his glasses, and I can’t remember when a pair of glasses ever looked so good. A shiver passes down my spine, and I cringe. I really have to stop doing that. And get it together. “Do you have a problem following the rules?” he asks sarcastically, and I shake my head. “Of course not, boss.” He grunts, lowering his eyes back onto the paperwork before him. “This is Dimitrios. He will show you around and teach you how to start.” Tilting his head, he locks eyes with me again, making my breath hitch in my throat. There is something wrong with me. God, how do I get him out of my system? Him scrunching up his face nearly goes unnoticed as Dimitrios steps closer to shake my hand.“Hey, Theo, right?” he asks, flashing me his pearly
Theodore I take a deep breath, letting my hands slide over my face as I push it back out. My heart is about to shatter and its shards to explode out of my chest at how hard it beats. The display keeps flashing up, and the ringtone I had selected especially for my mother dances through the room. I take a sip from my beer, shaking my head. “How idiotic to choose something so ridiculous,” I mutter to myself as my skin continues to crawl at the sound. Keeping convincing myself that I have to keep the line free for Helades, I try to calm my racing heart and withstand my urge to pick up. It has been two days since he last called me into his office and I started the training with Dimitiros. Helga gave me a corrected card so that I could now ride the right elevators, and I even got to fill out all the forms with Gilda. I thought I would be happy about being left in peace and being paid nonetheless, but that doesn’t describe at all what I am feeling right now. This is just embarrassing
Theodore I bite on my tongue as I stick it out, concentrating on where I’m clicking. Checking my notes in my little booklet that I assembled myself, I solve another hypothetical issue on the computer. “Okay,” I breathe out, lifting my booklet and reading another line. “This should be there.” Looking back at the computer, I scrunch up my nose. “What the hell?! Did I miss writing down a line?” I whisper to myself panicky, my heart jumping as I can’t find the button that I should click on to continue with the simulation. Damn it. How can I be so stupid?It looks so easy when Jim does it.I groan, putting my hands into my hair, and jump as a constant vibration rumbles in my pocket. Taking my private phone out of my pocket while I squint at my work phone sitting on my table and then back to the screen where Helades’ name is flashing up. Well, not exactly. Because I named him stuck-up nincompoop. “Yes,” I pick up, closing my eyes at how breathless I sound. Like a little puppy wai
Theodore Clenching my shirt, which must be drenched with sweat, I let my hand glide down my body, landing on the growing bulge in my pants. “Oh, fuck,” I rasp, my thoughts spiraling as I try to grasp the sense of what happened to me. I knew that my shadow man was everything to me. But my boss isn’t him. He just looks like him. It is simply a stupid coincidence. A fever dream without any connotation. Maybe I have once seen him in the streets and have started making him the main lead of my fantasies. But hell… Moving fast, I barge into the first stall I can reach and close myself in. I breathe heavily, my heart beating into my throat and after a fight with my two, may I add horny as fuck, inner wolves, I start tearing at my buttons, opening my pants like a madman. Lowering my briefs, I get my hard dick to spring free and I wrap my hand around it slowly before I halt. What am I doing? In such a place? In my workplace… Just a few steps away from Helades’ office. Him… Anot
Theodore “Can I ask you something pushy?” I ask, causing Gilda’s eyes to widen as she takes a bite of her sandwich. “I guess it depends,” she giggles, and I lean forward, grinning. “The boss.” I clear my throat, rubbing my hands under the table. “Is it possible that he is into men?” “Well,” she tilts her head, her long brown hair falling to the side. “It’s not like we talk about that. But why? Are you planning to make a move?” Oh, who is being pushy now? At least her radar is working alright. I laugh, shaking my head as I play with a chip. “Hell, no! He hates me. I think he would swallow me whole.” God, wouldn’t that be perfect? I shudder as she giggles. “Nah, I don’t think so. I think that he is very much fond of you.” “Bullshit,” I grin, leaning back. “He keeps threatening to fire me.” “See. That’s why you should try your luck.” She winks. “He isn’t the type to threaten to do that. He simply fires people.” For being such dark information she handles it prett
Nathanael A few months before My eye risks starting to twitch at the flickering street light. I sigh as I have been standing here for hours and I should finally move out of the shadows of the trees. Checking my watch, I realize that the sun could rise any moment now, meaning that I spent the entire night watching the dark windows of what is likely to be his apartment. What a desperate creep I have become. The sun wouldn’t hurt me, but it drains a lot of my energy, and I hate it. After taking a deep breath, I finally decide to step into the run-down building. The stinging odor of ammonia wafts in my direction as I step into the elevator that seems to be out of order. Why am I even surprised? I access a flight of stairs through a creaking door and step over what seems like a homeless person lying in my way. Blending out the quarreling voices of a couple that seems about to get ready for work, I access the floor where this Theodore Baxter is supposed to live on. The me
Nathanael I look up as Gilda walks into my office humming. She has a big smile plastered on her face. I’m used to her being a ray of sunshine, all in contrast to me, but this is creeping me out either way. Especially as I know that she just came back from lunch with… Baxter. I ignore my dead heart doing an extra beat at the thought of him, even though I still force myself to address him with his last name. “What is it?” I growl, as she starts swaying through my office. “Did you transform another poor soul into a frog? Is my IT guy still alive?” She giggles, putting down a pile of documents on my desk. “Oh, I would never mess with him, sir. I know how important this one is.” I click my tongue, glaring at her as she grimaces. “And frogs really aren’t my specialty.” “I don’t know what you are talking about,” I push my fake glasses up my nose, feigning ignorance. She shrugs, rummaging through the papers as if it were her business, but I know exactly that she is just loo
Theodore “Can I ask you something pushy?” I ask, causing Gilda’s eyes to widen as she takes a bite of her sandwich. “I guess it depends,” she giggles, and I lean forward, grinning. “The boss.” I clear my throat, rubbing my hands under the table. “Is it possible that he is into men?” “Well,” she tilts her head, her long brown hair falling to the side. “It’s not like we talk about that. But why? Are you planning to make a move?” Oh, who is being pushy now? At least her radar is working alright. I laugh, shaking my head as I play with a chip. “Hell, no! He hates me. I think he would swallow me whole.” God, wouldn’t that be perfect? I shudder as she giggles. “Nah, I don’t think so. I think that he is very much fond of you.” “Bullshit,” I grin, leaning back. “He keeps threatening to fire me.” “See. That’s why you should try your luck.” She winks. “He isn’t the type to threaten to do that. He simply fires people.” For being such dark information she handles it prett
Theodore Clenching my shirt, which must be drenched with sweat, I let my hand glide down my body, landing on the growing bulge in my pants. “Oh, fuck,” I rasp, my thoughts spiraling as I try to grasp the sense of what happened to me. I knew that my shadow man was everything to me. But my boss isn’t him. He just looks like him. It is simply a stupid coincidence. A fever dream without any connotation. Maybe I have once seen him in the streets and have started making him the main lead of my fantasies. But hell… Moving fast, I barge into the first stall I can reach and close myself in. I breathe heavily, my heart beating into my throat and after a fight with my two, may I add horny as fuck, inner wolves, I start tearing at my buttons, opening my pants like a madman. Lowering my briefs, I get my hard dick to spring free and I wrap my hand around it slowly before I halt. What am I doing? In such a place? In my workplace… Just a few steps away from Helades’ office. Him… Anot
Theodore I bite on my tongue as I stick it out, concentrating on where I’m clicking. Checking my notes in my little booklet that I assembled myself, I solve another hypothetical issue on the computer. “Okay,” I breathe out, lifting my booklet and reading another line. “This should be there.” Looking back at the computer, I scrunch up my nose. “What the hell?! Did I miss writing down a line?” I whisper to myself panicky, my heart jumping as I can’t find the button that I should click on to continue with the simulation. Damn it. How can I be so stupid?It looks so easy when Jim does it.I groan, putting my hands into my hair, and jump as a constant vibration rumbles in my pocket. Taking my private phone out of my pocket while I squint at my work phone sitting on my table and then back to the screen where Helades’ name is flashing up. Well, not exactly. Because I named him stuck-up nincompoop. “Yes,” I pick up, closing my eyes at how breathless I sound. Like a little puppy wai
Theodore I take a deep breath, letting my hands slide over my face as I push it back out. My heart is about to shatter and its shards to explode out of my chest at how hard it beats. The display keeps flashing up, and the ringtone I had selected especially for my mother dances through the room. I take a sip from my beer, shaking my head. “How idiotic to choose something so ridiculous,” I mutter to myself as my skin continues to crawl at the sound. Keeping convincing myself that I have to keep the line free for Helades, I try to calm my racing heart and withstand my urge to pick up. It has been two days since he last called me into his office and I started the training with Dimitiros. Helga gave me a corrected card so that I could now ride the right elevators, and I even got to fill out all the forms with Gilda. I thought I would be happy about being left in peace and being paid nonetheless, but that doesn’t describe at all what I am feeling right now. This is just embarrassing
Theodore “Here I am,” I shout, bursting into Helades’ ominous office. Nearly feeling ashamed at how out of breath I am, I risk losing the little bit of air that I have still left in my lungs as I take another good look at him. He is glaring at me through his glasses, and I can’t remember when a pair of glasses ever looked so good. A shiver passes down my spine, and I cringe. I really have to stop doing that. And get it together. “Do you have a problem following the rules?” he asks sarcastically, and I shake my head. “Of course not, boss.” He grunts, lowering his eyes back onto the paperwork before him. “This is Dimitrios. He will show you around and teach you how to start.” Tilting his head, he locks eyes with me again, making my breath hitch in my throat. There is something wrong with me. God, how do I get him out of my system? Him scrunching up his face nearly goes unnoticed as Dimitrios steps closer to shake my hand.“Hey, Theo, right?” he asks, flashing me his pearly
Theodore It definitely isn’t him. My man of the shadows would never be like this. He is a gorgeous man. With a sexy grin, and juicy lips that have nothing for me other than kind words. Not a sadistic asshole. I scratch my head, still feeling the spot where the pen had hit me, breaking off a piece of my heart in the process. Wanker. Looking at the small notepad I got from him, I sigh absentmindedly. 1. No “funny” jokes. I still can’t believe he made me put that one in brackets. 2. Wear my phone on me all the time and keep the line free for him. 3. If he can’t reach me just once, I am fired.That must be some sick kind of game. 4. I get four hours of sleep, but he decides when. This one actually proves it. 5. If I am out, I need to let everything fall and come back to the company immediately if there is an emergency. 6. I need to show up for a monthly health check-up sponsored by the company. 7. If I fail the check-up, I’ll get fired. At least my work will be appreciate
Theodore My heart is already beating into my throat as I step onto the floor where I ended up just a few days ago as I had to stutter out my apology. I feel like shaking up, going crazy as I can nearly smell his cologne. I’m a goner. Gilda is not sitting at her desk, and Helga stops in front of it, pursing her lips. “Agh, bummer.” She seems to think about how to proceed and after taking a deep breath, rolls back her shoulders and charges forward once again.I jerk up, practically running after her until we reach the office I know has to be the one of Helades. She knocks and sets up a smile as she steps into the room. I notice right away how in contrast to the other offices it is awfully dark. The artificial lights illuminate the room as the blinds are shut, locking the sun out. This guy is mental.Helades doesn’t even spare me a glance and checks his watch as he mutters, “Did you go on a brunch date, or what?”I clench my fist, reciting a mantra about how I need this job and b