All Chapters of The CEO's Bad Boy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Gabriel “Thomas, I need to tell you something. I meant to mention it yesterday, but didn’t want to talk about it in front of Dominic, yesterday,” I say as Thomas pours a cup of coffee for himself and I pour the last of the batter into the waffle iron. “So it’s something serious is it?” Thomas asks with a cocked brow. I am glad I sent Claudia upstairs to check on Rhett, because I have a feeling this isn’t going to go well. “I have research I need help with and I need a college student who is familiar with my target demographic, so I am asking Rhett to help me with it,” I say while looking at the sausages I am cooking rather than Thomas. “Why Rhett?” Thomas snaps. “Why not? Rhett knows the artistic and musical college crowd and all the best parties. He is perfect for the job,” I suggest. “He’s irresponsible! He’s a fuck off and will either not do it at all or use it as an excuse to party!” Thomas argues. “I have faith in him. I plan to tell him about my business idea and ask for

Gabriel“Rhett…I um…I want this to be more than just…um…our arrangement,” I say.My stomach ties in knots as I stand in front of Rhett who is covered in paint and looking so fucking tempting I could almost throw caution to the wind and take him right here and now. Almost. “Oh!?” Rhett asks. “Yeah,” I whisper, feeling nauseous. “So…like…a relationship?” Rhett asks, not concealing his surprise or delight, which eases some of my worries. “Yes,” I reply. “You would be my boyfriend.” I feel my cheeks heat and I kiss Rhett, but I force myself to walk back into the bedroom before I go too far at too risky a time. It is nearly time for dinner and I fear someone will be up to call us down shortly. A moment after I hear the water running and I release the breath I have been holding since walking away, I pick up my book, but before I even start reading, someone knocks on my door. It’s still a bit early for dinner, so I wonder what it is about. I stand and go to the door, cautiously arrangi

Gabriel I want to have sex with Rhett, but I want to be certain he is in the right space for that and I am uncertain, he is ready for it, emotionally, then again…I asked him to be my boyfriend, more or less and I shouldn’t have done that in his emotional state, but I don’t want this to just be me dominating and fucking him. I want him to know it is more than that between us. I am angry at Thomas, but I am upset with myself for not seeing it sooner and not saying anything as soon as I did. Thomas treats Rhett differently than he does his daughter and it is obvious. I can see the pain Rhett hides. After he falls asleep in my arms, I climb into bed behind him wishing I didn’t have a painful erection, but knowing it will be worth it when Rhett and I have sex and I am certain we will both enjoy it when we do.It takes a while to fall asleep, especially considering my predicament and the conversations with Thomas earlier replaying in my head. Still, after Rhett rolls and nuzzles into me,

Gabriel I told myself I would hold out longer, but when Rhett got the text that he was clean from any STDs, I knew I wasn’t waiting any longer. I could wear a condom and I do if I am with any ordinary sub. I have always worn protection with everyone, except for Aaron, who was my first sub. He and I were together for two years, but I returned home after college to focus on the business full time and that put an end to what we had. He had a career in Boston and I wouldn’t ask him to leave it even if I wanted to. Looking at Rhett all tied up and needy, begging for release with his eyes, I know I have made the right decision. I am going to give him the best orgasm of his life up to now and might even make him cum two or three times before I am through. I chuckle at Rhett’s whimper when I pull my fingers from his ass and lube my cock to enter him. I push his legs wider, gently nudging as I lean forward and press the head of my cock against his tight hole. I sink slowly in, pushing past

Gabriel I think about this weekend as I work…too distracted by my thoughts to truly concentrate. I call Domenic and tell him I want to give the place a once over again and have soe lunch with him. I stroll around and picture the place with dark walls, Rhett’s paintings and a band on stage. I can imagine Rhett leaning against the bar, looking at me in that seductive way he does and smile. “Tell me what you are thinking,” Domenic says. “I am thinking, even if my stuffy shareholders don’t go for it, I want to turn this place into the business I have planned,” I reply. “That isn’t all you are thinking,” he replies. “No…I had a tough weekend. Someone I care deeply about had a traumatic event happen friday afternoon and Thomas and I have been in disagreement about something…or someone…it has been tense and…I shouldn’t say too much. You and Thomas are friends,” I sigh. “Not as close as you and he are and I can imagine. Is he upset that we got along too well, so quickly?” “No. It’s a