Tied To My Jerk Boss

Chapter 02: Not Coincidental Meeting But A Planned One

“Oh, Randy, my love!” Thorne Wyman kept the playful smirk on his lips while glancing at Randy from head to foot before resuming to put the cigarette back on his lips and blew a cloud of smokes in the air.

Randy could feel his blood boiling in rage. But he could not deny that there’s a hole in his heart that only Thorne could fill. No wonder his heart could not be mad at the man whom he left him for five years without proper closure of their so-called “relationship.”

Thorne heaved a sigh, gave Kenneth and his men a swift glance, followed by tilting his head upward, signaling to resume the unfinished work.

“B-But, B-Boss T-Thorne,” opposition is audible in his tone as he stammered.

Thorne clicked his tongue, which made Kenneth and his men, trembled in fear.

Who would not fear Thorne Wyman? The hottest jerk in town?

Kenneth and his men looked at each other before nodding their heads in unison as if they rehearsed it. “Y-Yes, boss. Men, let’s clean this up!” he commanded, which his men followed.

Randy gasped. “What? No! you can’t do this to me!” he yelled at Kenneth and his men, but they acted deaf and mute, not listening to Randy.

His eyes then led to the man who casually stares at him. The same electric blue eyes that glow whenever he says I love you to him. It wasn’t magic. It’s just how his eyes were.

As they say, the eyes are the window to our soul. Therefore, it says a lot about how Thorne feels for Randy.

Randy rushed to the man standing in front of the back door, clenching his fist to filth, readying himself to punch Thorne in the face. “You jerk!” he bellowed, followed by a single tear fell from his eyes.

Thorne could see how hurt Randy is through his eyes. He froze, didn’t dodge the punch landing on his face.

The impact that Randy caused by his fist after landing on Thorne’s face made him fell to the ground with a bruised lip.

The cigarette he’s holding fell out from his hands. A loud thud escaped after he fell from the ground, making Kenneth and his men’s heads turn to where the noise came from. Their eyes bulge out as their mouth gaped open in stupefaction.

“Boss!” they called him in unison, rushing to help the billionaire rose from the ground. Randy felt his knees cemented on where he was standing. He could not tear his gaze from Thorne.

Somehow, guilt and conscience enveloped his senses.

Thorne spits blood from his mouth onto the dry ground while Kenneth and his men assisted him to stand up along with shaking off the dust from his expensive coat and slocks.

One of Kenneth’s men suggested. “We should call the ambulance,” Kenneth rounded his eyes to his men, motioning to shut his mouth.

“Get off of me,” Thorne said coldly, fixing the edges of his polo. Kenneth and his men stepped aside. “You and your minions can leave now, Kenneth. Thank you for your service,” he added, keeping his eyes looking narrow at Randy.

“Y-Yes, boss,” nodding Kenneth’s head as they left Randy’s premises.

The sound of dry blowing wind caressed their earlobe while keeping his gazes on each other’s eyes. No one wanted to speak. Both are embarrassed for their impulsive action.

Their eyes never blinked, savoring each other’s view as if they are looking at Wonderland that they could not risk a single chance to blink.

But Randy blinked first, averting his gaze from the man. Thorne smiled in triumph, sighing in relief as he started to blink. Both of them could feel their eyes drying due to no blinking.

Thorne caressed Randy’s cheeks using his thumb. “Time didn’t change your features in any way,” he whispered, tracing circles on Randy’s cheeks. “Your face looks the same as the very first day I saw you, Randy. How are you?”

Thorne stared at him, showing the same amount of vulnerability as he used to project when Randy is still considered his significant other.

All of a sudden, Randy slapped his hands away from his face and cleared his throat. “E-Excuse me,” lowering his head as he made his way, entering back to his house.

Thorne chased him, melancholy smiling as he recalled what he did in the past.

“Randy, wait! Please, let me talk to you,” he commenced. “I came here for one reason —”

“And you can keep that reason all to yourself because I’m not buying it anymore,” Randy answered in a shuddering voice, trying to prepare lunch for himself on the island of his kitchen.

Thorne scoffed, trying to grab Randy in the arm, but Randy’s senses are as sharp as an eagle, pulling it away from him. “You can leave me now, Thorne. Stop pretending that you care for me,” tears fell from his eyes like raindrops from the sky.

Thorne was caught off-guard and fell silent for a minute. He regained back his senses, shaking his head as he responded. “No. You are wrong, Randy. I cared for you,” his lower lip trembles as he speaks.

The feeling of being despised and not believed with the truth he uttered hurts Thorne’s ego and pride.

“What we shared five years ago is pure —” Thorne paused, after looking at Randy’s bloodshot red eyes from crying too much.

“Fake? For the show? Yeah, I know. I get it. That’s how it all started, right, Thorne?” Randy asked, wiping his tears, feeling a slight pang in his chest after recalling their past.

“R-Randy,” Thorne called his name, sniffling as he came forward and wrapped his muscled arms to Randy’s slender body.

“F-Forgive me, Forgive me for being a jerk, please,” he begged, asking for forgiveness.

“If I forgive you, can we go back in time and undo the very first day I met you, Thorne?” Randy gave him a frosty look before he untangled Thorne’s hands around his body and went to his room, locking himself.

“Randy,” the jerk knocked on the door. “Please, open this door, my love. Let me explain,” he begged, sniffling softly as tears stream down from Thorne’s eyes. Little did he knew that Randy rested his back on the door, covering his mouth, crying relentlessly.

After all these years, he still loves Thorne.