Dylan #2
From what Liam has told me, it wasn’t all smooth sailing.
Like all businesses when they’re first starting out, there are a lot of risks and financial obligations to take into consideration when starting your own firm, especially in finance.
But after many careful financial investments and wise decisions, Tristan was a billionaire within ten years.
And once Liam took over the firm and had established himself, he too was a billionaire within two years of taking over the company.
His parents have certainly made the most of their retirement, having traveled the world and visited places like South Africa, Amsterdam, Italy, Greece, Vietnam, Ireland, New Zealand, and just recently, Melbourne, Australia.
When Liam took over the firm, he made it perfectly clear to his father that he did not want his help.
He wanted to show his father that he could become successful at his own accord.
Having a strong background in finance, banking, and computer systems, when I saw the ad, I immediately jumped at the opportunity and applied for the job.
I was going through a very challenging time in my life at the time.
I was in a relationship that I didn’t want to be in, actually, I don’t know if I’d even call it a relationship.
Brock, my ex, worked in construction, and I was working full-time as a gas station attendant.
It wasn’t the best money, but it was an income that kept a roof over my head and paid my bills.
I should have seen the signs with Brock but I didn’t.
Most days he would come home early from work and call me while I was on shift asking me to transfer him some cash.
Whenever I questioned him about why he needed the money he wouldn’t give me a straight answer and would just reassure me that he’d pay it back.
Except, I never saw any of it. Whenever we would get into an argument, I’d walk out of the room, then he’d grab me by the arm, pull me in for a kiss and we’d spend the rest of the night fucking.
And then things got worse when he would start demanding me to hand over my paycheck each week, which would always lead to more arguments, and then more sex because he would feel bad for upsetting me.
It wasn’t until many months later when I’d had enough and decided to do something about it.
I called my boss and told him I wasn’t feeling well and that I was taking the day off.
I stayed in my room for most of the day pretending to be sick in bed, when I heard the front door open around lunchtime.
Brock and I lived together as a way of helping me manage the bills, while I focused on paying the rent.
I waited a few minutes until I could smell him cooking something on the stove, then I slowly made my way into the kitchen.
I cleared my throat to get his attention, startling him.
He spun around, shocked to see me standing there.
When I asked him what he was doing home so early, he told me that work was slow and that his boss had given him the rest of the day off.
And then he went into this whole speech about being short on cash and needing another loan.
By this point, I had realized that my finances were running low.
Really low. I’ve always been really good with managing my money, and I had been completely blindsided over the past few months, that I didn’t notice the money draining from my bank account.
And that’s when I realized that every time Brock had been asking me for cash, or when I would give him my paycheck, he was actually financially abusing me.
I confronted him, and of course, he denied everything, telling me that I had absolutely no idea what I was talking about and it must be an error at the bank.
Despite being terrified of what he might do because of his temper, I wasn’t going to stand for all that psychological bullshit of trying to throw the blame on someone else when I knew damn well he was the cause of everything.
I had planned my every move leading up to this, so I was prepared for anything he threw my way.
And it was at that moment when my stepbrother, Elvis, walked through my front door and into the kitchen where the two of us were standing.
I’d already given him a quick heads-up on the situation and he agreed to come and help me.
So when he saw the look of sheer shock on Brock’s face, he ordered him to pack his things and leave the house within the hour, or he’d call the cops and have him arrested.
After Brock left the house, I sat down and told him the whole story, well, what I could piece together, anyway.
I was in a really bad way after that. Financially, I was struggling and I could no longer afford to pay the rent because I no longer had the savings I was used to, for back up.
Bills were piling up and the house started to need repairs, and even though they weren’t my responsibility to repair, it was the constant reminders of Brock, so I knew I had to get out of there.
I called my landlord and gave notice, and within a month Elvis and my stepfather helped pay for my moving expenses and agreed that I could live with them until I was back on my feet.
Then fast forward a couple of years to where Elvis introduced me to the new man in his life, Dean.
They’d been dating for a year before he decided to introduce him to the family because he wanted to make sure he was ‘the one.’ It was a few days later when we were introduced to the rest of Dean’s family and the moment I met Liam Samuels.
And that is the story of how I ended up working for him.
Liam doesn’t know the entire story, only bits and pieces that I’ve filled him in on, and I prefer it that way.
The last thing I need is for my boss to think I’m a charity case and feel sorry for me.
Then have the rest of the office think he’s doing me favors because he is my stepbrother’s brother-in-law.
It’s also the reason why we’ve chosen to practically ignore each other while in the office and only speak to one another when it has to do with work.
And all that was going completely well …
until recently when he started flirting with me, and I started having indecent thoughts of sexual positions I’d like to have him fuck me.
It took me many years to recover financially from what Brock did to me, and in all honesty, I still haven’t fully recovered.
I’m just thankful that he hadn’t screwed up my credit and that I was able to get a lien on my Jaguar.
Although, I’m going to be working for the next one hundred years to pay that thing off.
“Penny for your thoughts, Lewis?”
Lewis?
He never refers to me as Lewis unless he’s pissed at me or pissed period.
“Huh?”
“What’s on your mind?”
“What makes you think there’s something on my mind?” I inquire.
“Because I just told you how fucking sexed up you look in those black, tight pants with no shirt on and you didn’t even flinch, when you would normally throw some sort of insult back at me.”
Shit!
I look down at my bare chest, which is indeed very much exposed and on full display for him. I must have been so caught up with my inner thoughts and helping Liam recall the events from last night, that I hadn’t even noticed I still wasn’t wearing a shirt.
“I—I’ve been … preoccupied trying to help you sober up and recover from a hangover—sexed up?”
“Yeah, sexed up. Hey, you know what? In all the years we’ve known each other, I haven’t once seen you without a shirt on.”
“Yes, you—”
Hold on a second.
He’s right. I don’t think I can ever recall a time where I have had my shirt off in front of him. And just like that, this moment has escalated to awkwardness very quickly.
“Is it warm in here?” Liam asks, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt before pulling it off over his head exposing his torso and my eyes immediately go ogling.
Fucking hell!
Who would have thought that was what he was hiding beneath that suit.
I mean, I knew the guy had muscle, but I was not expecting to find that hidden beneath the confines of his clothing.
Holy shit, the guy is fucking delicious.
And the moment that thought enters my brain, my cock springs to life like it has a fucking mind of its own.
Thank God I’m in my tight pants, and not something loose where he can see this thing pointed right out at him like a light saber.
“Why do you do that?” I hear him say.
“Do what?”
“Go all quiet and blush whenever I start mentioning how hot or sexy you look.”
“Um, no, I don’t,” I state firmly.
“Really? Is that why your face is as red as a lobster right now and a speed hump has formed in your pants.”
Okay, so maybe the tight black pants make no difference at all.
“I’m not blushing. You said it yourself, it’s just … hot in here.”
He smirks. “There’s no need to blush, Dylan, it’s actually kind of cute.”
“Cute? It’s not—I’m not blushing, Liam. You’re hungover and have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him.
“Actually, I’m quite sober now, and very much aware of what I’m saying.”
Deciding that now is as good a time as any to leave with my dignity still intact, somewhat, I race up the stairs as quickly as my legs will take me and go back to my room where I throw my shirt back on. I grab my wallet and keys, then run down the stairs to the front door.
“Where are you going?” Liam asks.
“I—have to go home and wash the Jag,” I say.
Okay, so it’s a lame ass excuse, but it’s all I can come up with to get me out of this … situation.
“You’re doing it right now,” he says.
“Doing what?” I reply.
“Being all cute and nervous. And I’m not gonna lie, it makes you look fucking hot.”
“I think your brain is clogged.”
“And I think you’re in denial,” he says.
“About what?”
“About how much you’re enjoying all this attention because it’s been so long since anyone has shown you any.”
“What? That’s a load of bull,” I tell him.
“Is it? Then why haven’t you left yet?”
I turn to face the door, then reach out and grab the handle, and as I turn it, I feel his hand grab mine.
“Are you sure you really want to do that?” he asks.
No!
I say nothing, and stare helplessly at the back of the door. He still has a firm grip on my hand, and I feel his crotch rubbing up against the top of my ass crack. I feel myself going hard within seconds, and all I want to do is get the fuck out of here, right now.
“Liam, please let me go so I can leave,” I tell him.
“You and I both know you don’t want me to do that.”
I feel his hand on my waist, then he spins me around so that I’m now facing him and our noses are mere inches apart.
He presses his body against mine, and pushes me backward so that my back is pinned up against the back of the door.
He takes a hold of my free hand, then slides it up the door and rests it above my head where he holds it in place.
Our eyes connect, then I notice his eyes glance down to my lips where he pokes out his tongue and lubricates his lower lip.
When he slides it back inside, he leans forward and then crushes his mouth onto mine.