All Chapters of The CEO's Bad Boy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Gabriel “Thomas, good to see you,” Gabriel says, untangling from my arms and patting my thigh reassuringly. “I was just offering Rhett here a solution to my problem and an opportunity for his success. I called him here.” Smooth, Gabriel…I doubt he’s going to buy it! Thomas already suspects something between his son and I and if he is observant enough he will see the state we both are in. “Is that what she is upset about?” Thomas asks. “I still haven’t answered with words,” Rhett says. “I was so wrapped up in excitement about the offer that I never said ‘Yes’, but Gabriel. Yes and um..we can discuss it more when you are back to health.” Rhett swallows hard and looks at me with longing, before getting up and picking up the flowers and gently laying them on my tray. He leans over and kisses my forehead tenderly then walks away silently. “I worked too hard and got dehydrated. I will be fine, Thomas,” I say. “I made a fabulous presentation. The outlook was positive, the survey respons

Rhett I take a swig of the tequila. That shit is smooth compared to what I usually get for tequila. It still tastes a bit like what gasoline smells like, but I enjoy the burn. I blow my cigarette smoke like I’m a dragon and prop a brand new canvas out of the ones I recently stretched up on my easel. It is one of the big ones that allows me to paint shit in larger sizes and finer details. I want this to be fucking perfect! I start with a light sketch of the figure I desire most. His warm flesh tone is darker than my own, but not by a lot. I try to match the exact shade by memory and pray I do him justice. I focus on the shadows of his facial features and his strong jaw and then his clavicle and the taught muscles of his arms and chest before I move on to his abs. I am painting him at one his most beautiful points, at the point right before his orgasm sweeps him into a world of ecstasy. Gabriel in all his naked gloriousness, that is what I am painting. If I can’t worship him right now

Rhett“Gabriel is easy to love, son. I never was attracted to men, but at one time I thought if I was I would want it to be Gabe. When we first met he was a pretty petite thing with clear blue eyes and long light brown hair. He was slender and passionate about music. He had a shy and delicate nature and blushed when talking to any boy about anything that wasn’t directly related to guitar, schoolwork or coffee. I knew he was interested in me, yet he still introduced your mother to me when she asked him about me,” my father confesses as we sit at the kitchen counter with leftovers all warmed up and he boils water for tea.“Gabriel is very special,” I hum, with an almost dreamy smirk.“He dated a guy and didn’t tell me or our other friends. This guy was a friend of ours or was supposed to be, but he was not nice to Gabriel. Gabe had spells where he would shut everyone out and overwork himself, like he did this week. He had those spells every so often, but he also had bruises and it wasn’

Rhett I clammed up! I saw Gabriel. I kissed Gabriel. But the words didn’t form themselves on my lips. I thought them and tried to get myself to say them, but I put my feelings into the tender kiss. I need to get past whatever it is that keeps the words from coming out. Do I have some deep ingrained fear? Do I have a fear of commitment? If it were before I accepted Gabriel as my dom, yeah, the fear of commitment was there. But I wouldn’t have agreed to our arrangement or dating if I didn’t want to commit to him. Yet, somehow saying the three words I most want to feels like an even bigger step. Love isn’t something I take lightly. I know there are many kinds of love, but to tell my lover, my boyfriend, my dom that I love him feels like something sacred and deserving of a special moment. Maybe, I need to set a mood before I let the words cross my lips. While Gabriel bathes and rests, I continue working on my homework. I have reading to do and papers to write. But as i do my work, m

Rhett I was so tempted to stay home with Gabriel. I want to take care of him and show him how I feel. I don’t know when I will finally get the words out. I want so much to tell him, but when I try, I clam up. The words just don’t come. Wearing the clothing Gabriel got me feels sexy and I feel as if there is something special about this, something more genuine about the way I am dressed. I walk into my first class and notice eyes following me. I even hear some gasps. I have a lot of acquaintances in this class, but not any friends. Tobias Burke, who I have partied and played with, leans over and whispers, “I didn’t think you could get any hotter, but you proved me wrong. So are you like…full gay now?” Tobias is not open about being Bisexual and I would not normally involve myself with closet cases, but at some of the parties we have had, a lot of “straight guys” experiment and he’s cute. “Thank you and that really is no one’s business,” I reply. “But, while I still find all gende