Point of view: Emara Stone
My body freezes, in surprise and confusion. Should I run or watch the climax with him?
Suddenly I want to know what kind of things turn him on. I squint my eyes so I can have a better view. The guy is hitting the girl from the back while holding her neck. The girl has short hair, built muscles and a flat breast.
Maybe that's why he is hitting her from the back.
And then the guy starts to stroke the girl's dick. Wait, what! She has a penis.
I see the reflection in the mirror which is in front of them. The person in front has balls with a hard cock attached to it, have abs, no breast, and short spiky hair. He is a guy. A guy having sex with a guy. They are gay.
Wait! If Ryan is watching gay porn that means... He is…
A loud gasp escaped from my mouth as the sudden realization struck me. Ryan is into guys. He is gay.
Hotty's head jerks in my direction so fast as if someone screamed 'free cake'. My hazel eyes connect with his whiskey brown color eyes and our mouth curve up in a 'O'. Shit!
I feel like someone has put hefty leather coats on me, my body feels really heavy like I am a burden to myself. My legs feel weak that I might collapse anytime like a house made up of cards. I notice his eyes have a foreign look, that is fear.
We both look at each other terrifyingly. The moans in the background become louder. We are still looking at each other, nobody moved a muscle. "Ahhh yes! Harder. Fuck me harder Jon. Destroy my anal. Ohh Yes! Yes!" Their lovemaking gets louder enough to reach Jesus above.
I look at his phone where the two guys are still having sex, moaning and panting hard. Slowly Ryan locks his phone as he keeps it on the table while clenching then opening his fist. Nerves on his forehead pop out mercilessly, his chest heaves and fall down rapidly as if he is trying to control something within him.
"Si-Sr- Sex." Immediately my hands cover my mouth once I realize what I just spoke. We both again look at each other, the thunderous clouds floating in his eyes makes him look like an angry red hulk. Ready to break his phone and then me.
My heartbeats get fast as I sense danger, ferocious anger radiating from him. Suddenly I want to run, run away from him. ASAP.
I tell him about the cancellation of the meeting and leave his cabin fast. I take my things and start to leave where I hear a loud thrashing sound of the table or chairs, I don't know. I leave immediately not feeling safe in the office building.
As I reach home, I throw my bag on the floor and run to my room crying like a teenage girl who got cheated on by her prince charming. I liked him so much, but he turned out to be gay. Why god?
He was one hot guy in my life and you turned him gay. Why Ryan God? Why?
Maybe that's why he only hires male secretaries. Maybe that's why his last secretary was hot and for the same reason, he made me his secretary.
Oh, no! I can't do it this way. What if he touches me down and feels no banana? I even cry harder this time. My crush is gay.
No matter what I do on earth, I can't change him. I can't tell him what magical powers a vagina holds. Because he is into dicks, penises, balls. Cocks!
I don't know why I am crying. I feel so sad, cheated on, ditched, I feel angry. It's so messed up. Giving up is harder than fighting.
I shouldn't be distracted from my goals, I wash my face and freshen up. I start to make accounts on my laptop, try to make myself busy but the anger inside me is building up and I don't know where to take it out.
I make twelve YouTube accounts and make them all follow T-Series.
This girl is really angry.