I was preparing breakfast when Raph came out of the room, looking as fresh as ever. Ufff. I just had him till I was worn out and yet lusting over him. I should get used to this no I should get over it. This is a one-time thing. On the other hand, if it's more than one time, like hell, I would complain.
"Snap out idiot; something is burning." I was startled for a few seconds and immediately looked over the omelet I was cooking. He just saved the omelet from getting burned and it only annoyed me. By turning toward him I spoke. "You could have saved me the same way I gestured to the omelet from heartbreak." "Get over it, like seriously." "Of course, like I do have a choice over here." After cursing a few more words, I was done with the breakfast.
We took our seats at the dining table and started having breakfast. "You were a beast on the bed yesterday. Neither took a break nor gave me one. Where did you leave your broken heart while you were fucking me?" By giving pause to my chewing, I was staring at him. Right. Good point. After a few seconds, by resuming chewing, I replied. "I was removing my frustration." He started laughing. "Well, if this is how you are thinking of getting me back, please be my guest. I really loved it, and we are going to do this again and again. Try to remove your frustration as much as you can." And for many reasons, I thought this was a fucking good idea. Getting back through sex.
Am I getting him back for what he did? That's truly debatable.
After finishing breakfast, I thought of heading back to my apartment, but he didn't leave me. Apparently, he was bored and desperate for company, and look who turned out to be his knight.
We were on the couch, watching a movie with popcorn. After an hour, the doorbell started ringing, and groaning, he got up. He came back, followed by his deadly virus, and it was my turn to groan.
Pablo, Zack, Daisy, Jack, Winston, and Edgar. My day is turning out to be better and better. One by one, they were passing, eyeing me. Did they recognize me? I have not changed that much, right?
"And who could be this new face?" Zack is curious and eager, like always. "Guess." That's all required to turn their curious gazes on me, and my eyes were on the screen, not giving a fuck to anyone. Pablo stood up and was in front of me. He started studying me, and his features turned into a surprise.
He solved the bloody, unsolved puzzle of history.
"Stalker." I couldn't help but groan after hearing my old name. I don't know how many fucking times I should keep introducing myself with my birth name. "My name is Reece Damon, for your information." By chuckling, he occupied the couch. "Well, we never knew and common; our name suits you better than your real name, don't you think?" I narrowed my eyes. "Well, I was. You guys should get over it." "Are you sure? Look where you are. He was puzzled. What is he doing over here? That was directed to Ralph, who shrugged in response. "Hello, what the hell is the stalker doing at your apartment?" Geez, that fucking name. Everyone turned their gazes toward Ralph, expecting an answer. He huffed. "I was tired of using my hand. As you know, I don't sleep with everyone. I wanted to release; it was about to explode, and he was desperate. So, yeah reason why is he here."
I wanted to argue with that statement. I was not fucking desperate, but I chose to keep my mouth shut. Yesterday's night memories were hitting, showcasing how much I was carving for his body. "You not only broke his heart but also used him. By turning toward me. That's pathetic, stalker." That was Winston. "My name is Reece. How many times should I repeat myself? We are using each other. No biggie." "You are not affected in any way?" Am I? Nope, no trading with my heart; it's fucking delicate. "Don't make a big deal out of it." "Are we?" That was Daisy. "Can you blame us? You were a hell of a stalker in the past." "As you said in the past, let me clear you all: we are fucking each other; don't make a big deal out of it. Nothing more or less. Trust me, I learned my lesson. I am not going to take this anywhere else." Everyone was staring at me with an unbelievable expression. "My heart is bleeding after hearing these words." There was a smug smile on Raph's face. "Don't pull my mouth asshole. Your bloody handsome face won't save you always." He burst into laughter. I rolled my eyes once again, trying to catch the movie from where I left.
"Ralph, be serious, what's going on?" Edgar is as serious as always. He is like a big brother or whatever to Ralph. If I am not wrong, he plays a prime role in Ralph's life. Ralph cleared his throat by facing Edgar as he spoke. "It's just fucking nothing else." "How did you meet?" "He is working for my company." He narrowed his eyes toward me. I know what the hell is going on in his thick head. "It's not intentional to work for his company. Mouth-watering designation and salary—I can't help it." Once again, I tried to grasp what the hell was going on in the movie, and I should know better. It's fucking impossible when I am surrounded by morons who hate my existence. "OK, if you are aware of what you are doing, then no problem, Ralph. Enjoy your life however you want." Ralph nodded happily. They started discussing among themselves anything and everything. Thank God, at last, I was left out.
It was evening, and Ralph and his friends thought of hitting the club. Ralph invited me, but I had plans with my friends, so I declined. After bidding goodbye to Ralph, I made my way to the apartment. I took a long shower, and after getting dressed, I headed toward the restaurant to meet my friends.
The next day, I went to the company as usual and got busy immediately due to the acquisition.
I want to keep my personal and professional businesses separate at any cost. Mixing them will be a disaster, and not to forget, I love my professional life. I don't want to screw up my life.
It's been four days since our hook-up, and this bastard swore to turn my life his way. Maintaining distance within the company became a headache. Irrespective of staying on a different floor, he is always fucking finding the opportunity to mess with me. My rejection within the company premises only pissed him off, and I won't give a damn. I am not loose pants; maybe I will act like a beast within four walls, but not everywhere.
This jerk trying his best to get in my pants in his cabin is hilarious. Maintaining my professional façade was turning into a hard task.
For how many days does he not get laid? That was my biggest question. Horny asshole.
After so many rejections, he started behaving. I made sure that he took my hint, and he took his time digesting. Whatever may be the case now, I am peacefully working, and that's all I asked for.
It was Friday, and after finishing work, I made my way to the pub to meet my friends. After formally greeting everyone, I sat on the couch. Archie passed me my drinks, and I started sipping.
Everyone in this room knew my obsession with Raphael and also where I was working, but no one tried to bombard me with annoying questions, for which I was fucking glad. That doesn't mean they were not bloody curious about what was going on with my personal life.
My personal business is not anybody's business, and they know what to ask and what not to ask.
Recent developments in my life have pushed me a little edge. I was over him, and I thought of keeping it that way, but this hook-up? I know where to draw the line, and still, I agreed to have sex, and this only makes me question my decision.
I excused myself and made my way to the washroom. Nothing is permanent in this life, which I got to know very early, and once again, I need to confirm this by seeing myself in the mirror strongly.
After a few minutes, I came out of the washroom and made my way to the bar counter. My friend's prying eyes are kind of suffocating. I started sipping the alcohol, and my eyes were surveying the surroundings. I caught a guy who had set eyes on me. I don't know for how many seconds. Brownish, muscular, and tall, I could not ask for anything more. I held eye contact without averting, and my weekend could not get any better.
Cheers for that!