HIDE

EPISODE 15 - PLEASURE.

While Britney was still with Brandon, a great idea struck her. She proposed for him to watch his emotions while around Wilson. For all the know, he might be assuming his feelings. Until he is certain, then and only then should he get worried. First, their lineage is one that held a thing against the same-s*x relationship. It would be a huge deal once anyone learns of it. Britney is not being judgmental because she would walk any length for her brother. Yes, she loved him that much. 

Even though Brandon was trying to put up a tough attitude, he really wanted to say yes. He couldn’t imagine being around Wilson after what had happened. As dumb as it might make him sound, he’d never expected to get aroused from sucking his boss’s d**k—it could never happen again. He knew that it wasn't just right. What would his community say? How about. . . .

His ringtone prevented him from having to think further.

Flinching, Brandon pulled his phone out of his pocket. Asshole, the Caller ID said. Brandon’s heart started beating faster.

“Is that him?”

Brandon nodded miserably and answered the phone.

“Why are you not at work?” Wilson said. His voice was so cold it could have caused any unfortunate person before him to wet his or her pants.

Brandon bit his bottom lip, suppressing the ridiculous urge to apologize. “I had a health emergency,” he said in the most neutral tone he was capable of. “Needed to see a doctor,” he faked a cough and sneezed.

“Do you think that I can't distinguish between a fake and real sickness?” Wilson asked with bitterness in his tone.

“What are you now? A doctor?”

“Humour yourself,” Wilson said tersely. “If I’m still at work, you are, too. You’re my assistant.”

“I stand to be corrected. But if I can remember vividly, somewhere in the contract stated that I am at liberty to take an off if I am not mentally, emotionally or psychologically available,” Brandon said. “I wouldn't have left if it wasn't pressing.’”

“Your excuse is flimsy,” the heartless bastard said. “I pay you for you to be productive, not give me excuses when you feel like it. Get to work. Now.” And he hung up.

Brandon scowled at his phone before sighing and getting to his feet. “I have to go back to the office.”

“Seriously? Tell him to f**k off and quit.”

“Not yet. But the time is fast approaching. Soon, I will be grinning in his face.”

“Oh, for f**k’s sake,” Brittney said, throwing up her hands in annoyance. “I can’t believe you care that much about a stupid bet. Isn't that what this is all about? That is the reason you haven't left that company.”

Brandon glowered at her, deeply offended. “It isn’t stupid at all. You should learn to trust my decision. Besides, the paycheck is how I am able to take care of most of our bills for now. If I win, I will get a recommendation and secure a better job for us. I’ve come this far, I can’t quit seven 

days before I win the bet! I’m so close.”

“And what if he tells you to suck his c**k again? You’ll say no?”

“Sure I will,” Brandon said.

The first thing Wilson said when Brandon entered his office was, “Come over here and finish it.” His eyes were on his computer, but there was little doubt about what he meant.

Brandon swallowed. “Seriously?” he said, stalling. “You asked me to come back to the office because you wanted to get your c**k sucked?”

Wilson still didn’t deign to look at him. “I told you to come back because I didn’t allow you to leave. Now get to work.”

Brandon should have told him to f**k off. He should have; he knew that. But his legs were already moving. Before he knew it, he was on his knees before his boss and he was pulling his half-hard c**k out. “Your booty calls could have taken care of it for you,” he complained, licking the c**k head. Mmm. “You could have jerked off.”

“Why would I jerk off when I have you?” Wilson said, continuing to type as if Brandon wasn’t licking his hardening c**k. His composure was infuriating. “ Why would I waste my time on women?”

Brandon wasn't sure what his last statement meant, but he decided to give him a piece of his mind anyway. “I’m your assistant, not your cocksucker,” Brandon grumbled before taking the c**k into his mouth. 

Don’t get turned on, he begged his body. Of course, his body didn’t listen. There was just something about the taste of Wilson’s c**k, the scent of it, the way it felt stretching his lips to their limit, moving inside his sensitive mouth, against his tongue… f**k, it did turn him on. It was like being kissed with a c**k. And he couldn’t deny that the rush of power he felt from making Wilson so hard for him only added to his arousal.

A moan slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

Wilson’s thighs tensed under his hands.

Brandon flushed. Even though his eyes were closed, he could feel Wilson’s gaze on him, heavy and evaluating.

“Are you actually enjoying this?” the bastard said, his voice mild and faintly amused. “I thought you were straight.”

Brandon opened his eyes and glared up at him. He pulled up with a disgusting wet sound and said, “You have no room to talk. I’m not the one manipulating my male assistant to suck my c**k every day.”

“Manipulating?” Wilson said, tilting his head, his eyes heavy-lidded. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

Brandon glared at him. “You— You brain drove me into enjoying it!”

“I don’t think it’s a word.”

“You disgust me,” Brandon grumbled, and went back to sucking, just to avoid looking into those arrogant, knowing eyes. Asshole. He hated him. That was also a big lie that he was telling himself.

“Do I?” Wilson murmured, gripping his hair hard and then— Brandon moaned when he felt a hard leg between his thighs, pressing against his erection.

The bastard chuckled, thrusting into his mouth, using him, owning him. God, he hated him, hated himself and regretted—

Brandon came into his pants, grinding against his boss’s leg and moaning weakly. Wilson held him still, pumping his c**k into his mouth and then spilling deep into his throat.

Brandon swallowed greedily—and then promptly tried to look grossed out. He finally let the softening c**k out of his mouth and tucked it back into Wilson’s pants, his face very warm.

He got to his feet, trying to act like his pants didn’t have a wet spot. If the asshole mocked him for that, he was going to f*****g punch him.

“I think we should talk about finding a replacement for me,” Brandon said, clearing his throat.

Wilson looked up from fixing his belt. “What.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Brandon said, “My replacement. You do remember that the six months will be over in seven days, right?” He smiled. “I hope you will uphold your end of the deal”

Wilson stared at him with an unreadable look. “You’re still going on about your ridiculous bet.”

Ridiculous bet?

Triumphantly, Brandon laughed. “Of course I am. That’s why I’m still here. And don’t be such a sore loser. The bet isn’t ridiculous just because you lost. Don’t you dare get out now? You promised.”

Wilson’s gaze moved back to his computer. “Fine,” he said, but it still wasn’t very reassuring. Brandon didn’t like the strange, calculating look in his eyes at all.

“I’ll tell HR to start looking for a new PA,” Brandon said when the silence stretched.

“It’s not necessary,” Wilson said, starting to type something. “My staff is very thorough. I’m certain that’s already taken care of.”

“Right,” Brandon said. “You also promised a recommendation letter.”

Wilson’s lips curved. “Don’t worry, I keep my word,” he said. “You may go now.”

Brandon was frowning as he turned to leave. Although Wilson had seemingly agreed to keep his end of the deal, something about the exchange made him feel uneasy and unsettled. He just didn’t believe it was going to be that easy. Why was Wilson acting so generous or dedicated? He wasn't an easy-peasy guy. Why act all calm and calculated now?