Chapter 13 #2
Of course, that was just me and Enzo, and that was only the first day of what I definitely intended to be our life together.
I gave him the week that I said I’d give him, I met his friends Amy and Erica when they came over to check me and my place out and give it their stamp of approval, and on Monday morning, bright and early, I woke Enzo up with me when my alarm went off for work.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart,” I told him, turning to my side so I could watch him come out of sleep. “Today’s your first day of work at your new job.”
Enzo hummed and stretched and looked so incredibly sexy that my morning wood grew to way more than just a twig.
Then he jolted and sat bolt upright. “Wait, what?” he asked, instantly fully awake.
I grinned and shuffled to sit up with him. “You’re coming to work with me for your full day in your new position as Assistant Events Coordinator.”
“But I don’t know anything about coordinating events,” he argued, throwing off the bedcovers and rushing into the en suite. “I’ve never organized or coordinated an event in my life,” he called back to me.
I didn’t know why it filled me with such giddy pride to have thrown my omega off-guard, but it did.
“You’re going to do an amazing job,” I told him as I got up and followed him into the bathroom.
We’d both been sleeping naked in the past week, since Enzo had moved in with me, so there was no hiding anything as I walked in on him peeing, my erection straining in front of me and my balls hanging heavily. Enzo faced away from me, which meant his luscious backside was on gorgeous display.
I entertained a fantasy of walking up behind him, pushing him forward over the toilet so he had to brace himself against the wall, and slamming into him over and over to empty my balls and take care of my morning wood. Whether Enzo liked it or not.
Who was I kidding? I knew he would like it. I was new to the whole Dom thing, and I still wasn’t convinced I was particularly Dom-y, but instinct told me Enzo would get off on me using him without warning or mercy.
But that would have to wait for another day. Right now, we had to be Corporate Shawn and Newly Employed Enzo.
“I’ll get the shower warmed up,” I said, unable to keep the huskiness out of my voice.
It was one hundred percent my intention to get in, take a quick shower, get out again, and let Enzo have a turn.
What actually happened was that I got in, started to take a shower, then Enzo got in with me, sank to his knees, and gave me a shower blow-job that made my knees weak and almost had me losing my footing in the slippery shower and taking us both down.
There were worse ways to start a day, though.
I was in an over-the-top good mood once we reached the offices of Wythe Industries, only a few minutes late, thanks to our morning adventure.
“Mr. Wythe, good morning,” Trudy greeted us in a particularly excited mood as we strode out of the elevator and past the front desk. “Is this Mr. O’Neill?”
“It is,” I answered with a smile.
“Hi,” Enzo said, stepping out of my shadow, where I hadn’t realized he’d been walking since we entered the building. I hoped he got over his shyness and impostor syndrome soon, because we had work to do.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. O’Neill,” Trudy greeted him with a handshake.
“Oh, you can call me Enzo,” Enzo said, flushing beautifully.
Trudy looked to me, and I nodded slightly. “It’s great to have you here. If you need anything, you know where to find me,” she said.
“Thanks,” Enzo said, bristling with nervous energy.
It would have been great if introducing Enzo to the office and getting him oriented for his new job was the only thing any of us had to do that day, but Trudy dropped a bombshell into everything by stepping back and telling me, “Your father got here about fifteen minutes ago, and he wanted me to tell you he’s calling a meeting with you and Mr. Walter Wythe, and he wants it to happen in—” she looked at her watch, “—twenty minutes.”
The shift from happy, in love Shawn to worried, alpha son Shawn with his father’s expectations on his shoulders happened so fast I was dizzy. “Did he say what it’s about?” I asked, my mind instantly racing through about five dozen things that it could be, Enzo and the baby being high on that list.
“It’s about the Christmas Eve supper,” Trudy said following as I led Enzo down the hall to my office. “He has several questions about the changes you and Mr. Walt have made over the last two weeks.”
I nodded and grunted in acknowledgement, but I wasn’t entirely happy about what Dad calling a sudden meeting first thing on a Monday morning, and including Walt, could mean.
“Thanks, Trudy,” I said once we reached my office door. “Once the meeting is done, can you help Enzo with all the necessary onboarding things for a new employee?”
“I can do that all now, if you want,” Enzo said, gesturing with his thumb back toward the lobby.
I shook my head. “I want you in on this call. I need to introduce you to my dad.”
Enzo looked like I’d told him I was taking him out to a firing squad. “Okay,” he said in a squeaky voice.
Trudy let me know about a few other things that needed to be taken care of that day before heading back to her own work.
Enzo wandered around my office staring at things while I booted up my computer and set up the video chat app my dad preferred for our meetings.
His office was on a different floor from mine and the entire Wythe Foundation section of the building, and Dad preferred video conferences to dragging everyone away from what they were doing to sit in a different room on a different floor.
Which was why he’d invested in one of those bespoke conference apps, which he’d had designed just for us with extra security features.
By the time nine o’clock rolled around, I was seated at my desk with Enzo on a smaller chair beside me.
“I see what you meant about your fantasy of me under the desk warming your cock,” Enzo whispered as I started the app. “I wouldn’t mind getting on my knees and between your legs under that desk while—”
My dad’s stern face popped onto the screen as soon as I logged into the app. He and my papa, who was at home in his personal office, were already there. My face went bright red, and I prayed to God they hadn’t heard any of what Enzo had started to say.
“Good morning, dear,” Papa greeted me with a smile.
“We’re just waiting for Walt,” Dad said, evidently not catching any of what Enzo had been saying. “He’s late, as usual.”
Enzo looked like he wanted to melt away and slide under the desk, but not for any sexy reasons.
“Is this the new employee with all the bright ideas you were telling us about?” Papa asked.
I’d mentioned hiring Enzo to Dad and Papa, I had to, since it had been a business decision even before it had turned into a personal one, but I hadn’t breathed a word about Enzo and I being together, and I definitely hadn’t told them Enzo was pregnant yet.
Although that was the sort of thing that wouldn’t wait forever.
“Yes, this is Enzo O’Neill,” I said with a tight smile, trying to be as professional as possible. “I think he’ll add a great perspective to the Wythe Foundation.”
Before I could finish singing Enzo’s praises, Walt’s window appeared on the screen.
He looked much like he had two weeks before, when Enzo had met him at the Pullman Center.
I understood why he had only his face framed on the screen, and at an odd angle.
If you didn’t know better, like our parents didn’t, you wouldn’t catch that he was pregnant and that his face was slightly puffier.
“Let’s get this over with,” Walt said, as peevish and miserable-sounding as usual. “I have a doct—I have an appointment in an hour.”
“Walter. Is that any way to greet your parents?” Dad snapped.
“Especially when we have a new employee sitting in on the meeting,” Papa added.
Enzo waved at the screen and said, “Hi.”
“Oh, yeah,” Walt said, a strange sort of grin flickering onto his face. “I’ve met him. I know all about Enzo.”
My stomach twisted with sudden panic. I’d told Walt Enzo was my boyfriend.
I just knew Walt was going to bring that up.
Papa would be furious I hadn’t told him.
Dad would be suspicious about why I’d hired him.
More importantly, Walt would score points against me in his never-ending attempts to bring me down. Fuck.