Trust. Trust was this intangible thing that could make and break a person.
Love. Love was also one of these things that could make and break a person.
"Trust and love."
Those very words were stuck with Denzel. Trust was something he did not hand out until Shawn he met Shawn. Most of his successes were accomplished by his own hands, his own efforts and his own skills. There was no false sense of hope associated with any of those decisions he made. It was just like his life was written from the very beginning 'til the end.
He grunted at the thought that a woman could make him this confused. He gazed over to Shawn, not bothering what he was saying, and thought, how could this person be threatening. A handful of thick stacks of papers were delivered to his desk. Admittedly, those were reports that Shawn had to collect, and reports he had to explain.
Thinking about Shawn just made Denzel even more curious as what this man could do. Ivan wanted him, and now, Alexandra. This man never failed to amuse him from start up until now; he was even able to answer all questions that Denzel spurted out. He reached out for the reports and tucked them safely in his case, giving it to Shawn after.
"Take this to the car."
He nodded and left the office while Denzel stood there with a barely surprised expression as he glanced over to his phone. It was Ivan, again.
His pride and ego were continually being destroyed by his reckless decisions—what more did Ivan want? Denzel started to pace the quiet hallways. It felt great to lowly gaze over the fruits of his work. This was his home, his kingdom, his empire.
As soon as he reached the ground floor exit, he saw the car, with no signs of Shawn; he was simply not there when he's supposed to be there. He scanned the area with his sharp eyes, and caught him—not alone.
He was pinned to the wall, by a man who seemed familiar. And Shawn had his lips pressed against this man. Ah, his heart ached for reasons he did not know.
'Don't tell me, you're lovestruck.'
'His presence alone is.'
Those words came up to his mind. It was nonsense, he thought at first, but when he gazed over to the man who kissed his secretary, he thought how great it was if he could do the same thing to him. The sight just dazed him before he could enter the car as he did not know what fantasies were engulfing his mind. The driver even mentioned that Shawn had some business to deal with. He smirked in astonishment—this was what he meant by "business". It was absurd. A conundrum.
Shawn returned, and sat beside him as the car took off moments later as if nothing happened. Of course, he was not aware that he had just seen a fairly erotic scene involving him.
The rain poured vigorously outside, making Denzel's head filled with more gibberish thoughts. It made him feel frustrated. The car stopped at his house and, with no hesitation, Denzel opened the door, pacing the halls toward his room.
After taking off his clothes, he suddenly remembered Alexandra's words.
'Fire your secretary.'
He smirked. "If I could, I would."
He wanted more alone time—peace. The sound made by the rain was no good as it pierced the walls. It made him feel more impatient, opening the door abruptly, hitting Shawn's forehead. It took a moment for Denzel to realize what he had just done.
Something made him feel uneasy as he stared at Shawn who sat on the ground. He crouched and blurted out, "Hey, aren't you doing this on purpose?"