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EPISODE 22 - THE CONFERENCE ROOM.

As difficult as others found it working as Wilson's PA, it was super easy for Brandon to slip back into his role. It was as natural as learning how to work. Although Brandon tried to stay in denial, he actually missed having a cause to wake up so early and come back home late, tired and hungry. He missed that hectic, crazy life and the challenges that Wilson tried to bring up every day just to torment him. What he didn’t miss was the way his world once again revolved around his cute and domineering boss. Brandon felt like he spent every waking moment either with Wilson, or thinking about him and his orders and needs. Speaking of Wilson’s needs, there was one need that remained not addressed. And it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Brandon could feel the tension and frustration mounting in Wilson with every passing day, betrayed by the sharpness of his voice and the shortness of his temper. It was also betrayed by the way those dark eyes sometimes tracked his lips when Brandon spoke. It made Brandon warm and uncomfortable, his mouth going dry as he imagined—

He adamantly quashed those sinful thoughts, but they kept resurfacing. f**k, he really needed to find a nice woman who’d agree to suck his c**k so that he’d stop imagining sucking his boss’s. But now that his life revolved around Wilson again, he had no time for anything resembling a personal life. So, he just pushed those thoughts down and tried to ignore the way Wilson’s eyes flicked to his mouth when Brandon licked his lips. Or the way Wilson’s suit pants stretched obscenely over the bulge in his crotch. Or the way his own c**k stirred as he imagined dropping down in front of his boss, yanking his zipper down and swallowing that big, thick—Ugh. All right, the “not thinking about it” part was still a work in progress. Brandon was trying everything natural to distract himself, which included working overtime.

The incident with Edward Snr. was never mentioned or discussed, but, that didn't stop the fact that it happened. Brandon has been trying to not get nosy, so, he waited patiently for Wilson to address it. Surprisingly, it happened faster than expected.

Wilson informed Brandon of a deal that will get him an alliance with Japan, thereby making the expansion and structure of the company strong, even for his father to pull funny strings. Wilson sat at the head of the conference table, his face impassive and cold, betraying nothing of the frustration brimming under his skin. Few could probably guess that he wasn’t paying any attention to the meeting, but it was small comfort.

“…as you see, Mr. Wilson, everything is in order. The deal will not make your company relevant in America but Asia as wells…”

The manager of Fox Limited was still saying something, but Wilson could barely hear what the man was saying, the low hum of arousal and frustration buzzing beneath his skin making it difficult to focus. f**k, this was… unacceptable. How had he allowed the situation to come to this? It should have never come to this. He’d always been so careful. For a reason. Not to mess things up.

One of Wilson’s earliest memories was that of his mother. She was timid, hiding behind the shadow of Wilson's father. His mother stayed with a terrible man who would beat her to a pulp or rape her when no one was watching except little Wilson. Despite what she went through in marriage, she was the best mother and friend Wilson had. She communicated with him, educated and loved him unconditionally. Also, although having a monster with cold-pitch-black eyes as a father, never truly felt that hurt and sin of living with him. For some unknown reason, Edward hated Wilson the most out of all his children. Yes, he was a strict and disciplined father, but, whenever it came to Wilson, Edward was always so extreme. To him, it was training and grooming his son. But to every other normal parent, it was child abuse and suffering.

To soften things, naive Wilson also thought he had met a confidant and father figure in the person of Eliot, not until he started taking advantage of Wilson's innocence. Wilson couldn't communicate with anyone because he was too young to differentiate between right and wrong. Moreover, Edward made him so comfortable and brainwashed him that he didn't see it as something bad, rather he wanted it for the fact that he was loved and cared for. How do you expect a four to twelve years old child to know that a male adult f*****g him was bad? He couldn't even make the choice. It was made for him, and he was groomed to be Eliot's s*x slave until he came of age, and that ruined a part of him. Somehow, was he doing the same to Brandon? Turning him into what he wasn't? The inky difference was that Brandon was of age and could either accept or reject. But, poor little Wilson couldn't.

The aggravating part was, Wilson felt like a hypocrite for judging and hating Eliot. Yes, the man recruited and messed him up but hasn't he been doing worse since then? Because he wanted nothing to do with that experience or that would remind him of it, he began sleeping with random women. He had no emotional attachment whatsoever with them. He changed women as frequently as he changed his clothes. It was even worse, he made sure to have s*x at least four times a week as a teenager. But when he left him rather and became independent, he saw that he got short-term satisfaction and could go on all day with at no point the same women.

As a grown man, Wilson could only shake his head at his teenager self’s ignorance. His sexuality was just a part of him that he forced to sleep, but, it still grew with time. And now, even though he would kill anyone who brought his denial to light, Brandon has awakened the true part of him. He got a calm and over the top satisfaction from Brandon's 'service,' unlike from any other source. So, when he fired Brandon, getting laid by women began to irritate him. And you know what happens if he doesn't get laid in days, talk more of weeks. It lessened his efficiency. Distracted him. In that way, he was very much his Eliot's handwork. If this was now the case, how would Wilson handle it? He sought help while growing up because he just didn't want this. And he made a promise to his mum to marry a woman that she would be happy with. A woman who would love him as much as she did. Now, this? Because of this confusion, he actually remained single. Trying to sort himself out. What was this cruel dilemma uprising?