EPILOGUE
TYLER
Two months later
It’s a beautiful Friday afternoon, the sun outside my office window is shining and I’m sitting at my desk calculating a quote for a potential new client. We currently have roughly two months left on the Kozlov build, so I’m preparing for potential new clients. As I go through the paperwork on my desk, a small knock followed by my office door opening has me abandon my concentration to see who it is. My boss, George. Today he is in a light blue suit, impeccable as ever. As a boss, he’s pretty good. Very professional, firm boundaries and clear directions of what is expected. He walks in and closes the door behind him. This is unusual, as I don’t think he has ever come to my office. If he needs to speak to me, he often gets me to go down to his office.
“Tyler, do you have a moment?”
I stand and gesture to the seat in front of my desk.
“Of course. Is everything okay?”
George sits across from me and leans back in his seat, crossing his left leg over his right knee.
“I was hoping you could tell me. I’ve had a few members of staff mention that there has been a regular visitor to your office, someone who doesn’t work here or appear to be a client. He’s apparently been quite intimidating and people are uncomfortable. We don’t condone friends visiting the workplace, Tyler. I’d appreciate it if you would ask your friend to stop visiting the office.”
Oh shit. I was hoping to avoid all of this, but my hand is being forced.
“He’s not my friend.”
George leans forward, resting his hands on my desk.
“Are you in trouble, Tyler? “
“No…nothing like that. His name is Ivan. He’s my partner. Boyfriend.”
George blinks at me a few times before cutting the awkward silence. I can feel myself blushing.
“I didn’t know that about you. But it remains the same, we don’t want to be encouraging partners as it’s distracting.”
“Got it. I’ll ask him not to stop by.”
“That would be a good idea.”
George goes to stand to leave, but I stop him, deciding I need to be honest.
“George, there’s something else you should know. Ivan is a family member of the Kozlovs. He works for them.”
Silence again and this time George’s eyes widen.
“The Kozlov brothers?”
“Yes, he’s their cousin. I live with him. At their house.”
“Tyler, are you telling me that you’ve moved in with a client of this firm and are in a romantic relationship with them?”
“Yes.”
“You know that’s a conflict of interest and highly unethical,” George states, his tone of voice not hiding his annoyance. He stands tall in front of my desk, his arms crossed and defiant in his stance.
“Yes, but I love him. Besides, he wouldn’t take it too well if I told him it had to end because it upset my boss,” I say, being defensive back.
“I’m unsure whether that’s a naive response from you, or an underlying threat?”
I shrug.
“It’s whatever you take it as.”
I feel sick. Holy shit, where is this coming from? I would never have challenged my boss three months ago, but here we are.
“Noted. Just make sure he stays away from the office. I don’t need my staff becoming traumatized by his presence, no matter who he is,” George says before turning to leave, closing the door behind him.
This will be a fun conversation to have with Ivan.
IVAN
I’m strolling down the sidewalk, on my way to collect Tyler from work when my phone pings. I take it out of my pocket and check to see a message from Ty.
Ty
You can’t come inside the building anymore. Can you wait outside for me?
Ivan
Why?
Ty
Some coworkers have complained and my boss said you can’t keep coming into the office. Please, Ivan. Wait for me outside.
Hmmm. That’s not gonna work for me. I don’t bother responding to Tyler. I think I need to pay his boss a little visit. Educate him in manners.
I finally arrive at Tyler’s office and walk through reception to the elevators, and make my way up to the thirtieth floor. As I step off, I look at the miserable witch who often glares at me when I turn up. No doubt she is one of the complainers about my presence. Instead of making a right to Tyler’s office, I walk toward the office next to the scowly PA where a big plaque with Tyler’s boss’ name is engraved, George Clayson.
“Excuse me, you can’t go in there,” the witch says and I ignore her, opening the door to the pretentious idiot who sits behind it.
The regal man stands abruptly from his desk as I slam the door behind me.
“Who the hell are you, barging into my office like this?” he demands. I want to roll my eyes at the weak display.
“I hear you are not happy with my presence in your building, George.”
It takes a second for it to click in his mind who I am, and I slowly walk around his office, skimming my fingers along the expensive desk.
“Not happy for me to be here, but happy to take my family's money?” I ask before picking up the papers on his desk and brushing them onto the floor.
“That’s not it. Some people are uncomfortable with you being here. It’s a place of work, Mr. Kozlov, not a family home.”
“Hmm, Mr. Kozlov. How very respectful of you.” I can feel my phone vibrating persistently in my pocket, and I know it’s Ty losing his shit because I haven’t responded to his text.
I remove my knife from my jacket and George stumbles back against his chair before he falls into it. Like I said. Weak. I rest the tip of the blade into the wood of his desk and lean on it as I move closer to him.
“Do you think you can stop me, Georgey?”
“Look, I don’t want any trouble,” he begs, raising his hands in surrender.
“How many times have I heard that very sentence? You see, you say that, but you clearly do want trouble, otherwise you’d back off. Are you gonna back off, Georgey?”
Every time I call him Georgey his nostrils flare. He is dying to correct me. It amazes me how people get so worked up over changing their name to a more playful sound. The human mind is so interesting. They hate to feel like they’re being belittled. Mocked. Insinuating I look at them like a child. It amuses me more than it should, that’s why I can’t help doing it.
“Fine. Have it your way.”
“That’s what I thought,” I say before lifting my knife and placing it back into my jacket pocket. I’ve left a nice little mark on his otherwise perfect desk that will no doubt be replaced. This guy has OCD written all over him. Just as I’m about to go, I leave him with a final piece of information.
“After work at our house is complete, Tyler will no longer be working here. He will be setting up his own business.”
“He never mentioned it,” he says in shock, his voice slightly higher pitched than normal.
“That’s because he doesn’t know yet. Bye for now, Georgey. Be good.”
I leave his office and walk down to the other side of the building to find my Ty. As I open his door, I find him pacing in front of the windows with his phone in his hand.
“You look anxious, sweetheart.”
Ty spins and looks at me accusingly.
“What did you do? And why are you in here? I told you not to come up here, Ivan.”
I sit down in the chair at his desk and lean back with my hands behind my head.
“You still think anyone can tell me what to do, Ty? After all this time you’ve spent with me?”
“That’s why I’m asking what you have done.”
“Come sit on my knee,” I say, patting my lap.
He hesitates.
“Now, Tyler.”
Taking long strides towards me, he straddles my lap and I grab onto my favorite toy. His ass.
“I’ve cleared things up with your boss, so stop worrying.”
“Oh god, Ivan. What did you say to him? Please tell me he’s still breathing at least?”
‘I can be civil. We have an understanding.”
“I don’t feel reassured by this.”
“That’s your problem. I keep telling you to relax.”
“Dickhead,” he mutters before kissing me gently on the lips, tugging my hair.
“Are you still wet from this morning?” I whisper into his ear, before biting on his lobe, causing him to hiss and grind his groin into mine.
“Yes.”
“Take your pants off and sit on my dick. I want you to keep it warm while I talk to you,” I say as I start to kiss down his neck.
“Not happening. I’m at work, Ivan.”
I grab him by the throat with both hands and squeeze until he is wheezing.
“Denying me, sweetheart? You want that punishment?”
Tears well in his eyes as he fights for air, one little drop escapes down his cheek and I quickly lick it away. Salty and tangy.
“Finally got a taste of those tears, Ty. You gonna take your pants off now?”
He nods and I remove my hands, totally mesmerized by the red marks around his neck. With his eyes on me, he removes all clothing from the waist down as I remove my cock from my jeans and grab the sachet of lube I have in my wallet. I coat myself until my dick glistens and motion for him to sit on my pole.
“Sit,” I say and he gets himself into position, wincing as he lowers himself down until fully seated.
“Still so loose from that pounding I gave you this morning. We need to find a way to keep you open all day long for me.”
Tyler groans and starts to grind on me but I stop him.
“Uh uh. I said I wanted you to keep my dick warm while we talk.”
“Fucking hell, Ivan. This is torture. I need to move.”
“You can wait. Now, I told George after you’ve finished at our house, you will be quitting.”
Tyler slams his head down into the crook of my neck and groans but not in pleasure. More like frustration.
“Please tell me you’re joking?”
“Nope. Told him you’re starting up your own business.”
Tyler sits back up right and the movement causes me to growl as he clenches around me.
“What business?”
“The business I’m starting up for you. You’ll have an office at our new house. You can be your own boss, plus I can have eyes on you at all times.”
Tyler just stares at me. Lost for words. A first time for everything.
“You’re welcome,” I say as I grab his hips and thrust up into him. He whines and tilts his head back as he meets my thrusts.
“Just think, sweetheart, I can take this hot ass whenever I want. You can work in your office naked. Ready for when I visit you. Imagine it. Being the boss,” I say into his ear, gripping the back of his neck as I suck on his throat. He purrs like a kitten in my lap as he takes what he needs.
“You’ve gone mad, Ivan. Touch me,” he pants, picking up speed. I grab his dick and stroke a handful of times before we both let go and enjoy the wave of pleasure. We sit for a few moments before he gently removes me from his body and I grab some tissues from his desk to clean my jizzed hands and his stomach. We remain quiet as we dress ourselves. Tyler walks back over to the window and looks outside at the city. I move in behind him, placing my arms around his waist.
“My own business. Just me? No interference from you or your family?”
“Just you.”
“And no dodgy clients?”
“No. It’s all yours and in your control.”
He turns in my arms and smiles up at me. Those crystal blues shine so bright. He’s happy.
“You’re a controlling asshole, but I love you. And thank you.”
“Come on, let’s go home.”
Our future now begins.