#Chapter7

Miles' Point of View

The sun was shining through the window and the warmth felt like comfort as the silence in the room could be cut with a knife. Maximillion hasn't stopped working for a damn second and that kind of annoyed me. Neither one of us brought up the weekend events and I don't think I could. In the heat of the moment I loved everything about it but now that I got some sense back, it was a different side of me.

I got up to leave the office, I couldn't take the silence any longer. As I was leaving, I noticed that I caught him staring at my ass.

"Hey, I love your hair." I heard someone say behind me. I was at the coffee station when this beautiful woman came to my view from behind me.

"Oh, thanks. I'm Miles by the way." I stuck my hand out for her to shake it, instead, she pulled me into a snug hug.

She was gorgeous. She had lengthy blonde hair and big beautiful blue eyes. She had a killer shape, slim waist, and wide hips to the top of her body. Why was everyone so fucking beautiful?!

"I'm Turner, Alana Turner." She said finally letting go of me. Not that I didn't enjoy being smushed in between her breast, but I would rather be somewhere else... if you know what I mean. Sorry, I'm really horny after spending so much time with Maximillion in that office.

"I knew I felt like that hair was familiar," she suddenly pulling out her phone from her back pocket and swiped to show me a few paparazzi pictures of Maximillion, "Some paps caught you two out during the weekend." She told me and handed me her phone. You could see my figure standing next to Maximillion's large one. He was looking at me with a smirk on his handsome face, which made a blush appear on my face.

"You guys are super cute, I won't tell if we become friends." She whispered with a smile on her face. I couldn't help but smile back. I handed her phone back as we chatted about anything and everything.

Alana was a graduate student, this receptionist job was just to pay the bills while she attends school. She is just too pure and kind for this cruel world, I swear some people really can make you feel bad about yourself... Alana is definitely one of them.

"I swear! You're changing him for the better. He's much my nicer and actually notices me." She says and I roll my eyes. There's no way, I just started working here, even if he did admit to hating other guys talking to me, I didn't change him. I don't think so?

"It's too soon. We're not dating or anything. He said it was for professional reasons". I said using quotation marks. She giggled as she finished her tea and we walked back to her desk in the front of the office.

"Sure, he definitely likes you. He's always been pretty quiet, but ever since you started here, he's actually been talking to us and he actually responded to me when I said good morning, a major surprise!" I laughed at her and shook my head. Even though she did sound like she was right, I denied it.

"I would kill to hear you laugh like that." I heard a familiar voice say.

I turned around and was faced with the same dreamy eyes that belonged to Chalamet, Malcolm. He had his arm rested on the desk, he stood so close to me that his cologne engulfed me, I suddenly felt my breath hitch. That name brought up old memories of Tyler, but I quickly shoved those away.

"Good morning, beautiful." His backhand trailed along my cheek. It was warm and soft, the coldness of the ring brought me to a slight shiver. It was a different feel from Maximillion.

"M-Morning. Alana sign Chalamet, Malcolm for 2 PM, p-please." I told Alana as Malcolm smiles.

"I'm so happy you remembered. Take me to Maxi." He said dropping his hand from my face and stood facing me.

"Of course. See you later Alana." She winked at me before I left with Malcolm hot on my tail. I mean literally, he was directly behind me. When we reached Maximillion's office, I turned around and crashed into Malcolm's chest.

"S-Sorry." I apologized.

"No need, baby." The pet name made me bite down on my bottom lip. Fuck. Where are all of these hot guys coming from?

I knocked on the door three times and opened it for Malcolm to go in first, I followed after. Maximillion was sat down in front of his computer, he looked up for a second, saw who it was, and continued typing. Malcolm twists the ring on his pinky before fixing his collar.

"Sit down Stevenson." Was all he said before fixing his top and standing up.

I sat down on my desk and I watched as the two men conversed. They started at a tone where I could hear them, down to an inaudible whisper. I tried not to be nosy, but it's hard when two people are angry whispering in front of you.

"Anyways, look it over, Maxi. You have my number. Goodbye, Miles." He said once before leaving the office. I bit the inside of my cheek after he said my name very seductively.

"You like him?" Was I in trouble? Welp, tell my father I love him. Tell Pom Pom she can have my shoe and tell Jesus I'm sorry for being an idiot all my life!

"Who? Huh? What?" I tried to act stupid.

"You know exactly who Stevenson." Shit. It's death, my punishment is death.

"Malcolm? No, he's just a flirty type of person. Nothing more, sir." I don't know why I used sir, I never really used it, but it made him pleased as his angered emotion seemed to leave and his face contorted into a smile.

"That's good, you had me scared," What does that mean? Alana come help me, "You left your phone in here and your father messaged you about dinner and bringing a friend so I told him you'll do just that. I'll be there at roughly 7 in the evening." My eyes popped out of my head at his statement. He casually got my phone, texted my father, and decided he's just coming to my home for dinner?!

"Excuse me?" I nearly shouted. Wrong move Miles, wrong fucking move.

He jumped out of his seat and marched over to mine. He grabbed my collar and lifts me out of my seat, until I was in front of him, only inches away from his face. I could see the glare of the ring on his finger and how close his lips were to mine.

"Don't you ever raise your voice at me. You don't want to spend an evening with me?" His voices were raised slightly making me shake in my boots. I've never been this terrified or horny in my life, I'm such a psycho.

"I mean sure, but with my father? That's that's..." I couldn't finish my sentence when he decided to bring his face closer to mine and stopped inches away from my lips. I felt my heart race as his eyes peeled into my own.

"I'd love to meet your father. It's only fair since you met mine. I'll let you go early, see you tonight." He lifts his hand to my face and rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip before letting me go. Bitch. I'm shaking.

"T-Thank you," I said quickly before picking up my bag and leaving the office at a quick pace. I didn't want to stand in front of the door looking like a creep any longer.

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"Who's the friend? I was surprised you even responded so quickly. You usually leave me on read." My father called out from the kitchen. I just got home and I was panicking the whole way here.

"He's not my friend, listen to me dad. He's coming here at 7, but I need you to tell him dinner is canceled because um, I died!" I had my hand in my hair and my face was flushed. Death was my best excuse. I think it's always the best excuse.

"Are you serious? Wait oh you're for real?" He asked.

"Of course, please just when he gets here tell him I'm dead and my body is, it's um, being shipped to the ocean." I ran into my room after hearing my father's laugh boom inside the house.

I crashed on top of my bed but quickly got up when I heard a growl of agony. Pom Pom was underneath my blanket on my bed and she looked pissed, whoops.

"Sorry baby girl. I'm so sorry. What are you doing there? Fine, you can stay, move over," I told her and she moved only an inch, she's such a spoiled little dog, "Fat ass." I mumbled only to receive a kick from her paw.

Hours went by and I didn't even notice. I passed out and so had Pom Pom, I woke up to voices being heard in the kitchen; one belonged to my father and the other was too familiar for comfort. I jumped out of bed, throwing the covers on Pom and leaving my room.

"Your son, he's the best CSA I've ever hired. He's frankly keen at his work and I've never seen better." I heard Max say to my dad. I grabbed my cheek as my face felt hot from the compliments.

"That's honestly the greatest thing I've heard about my boy so far. He's obsessed with computers and the science behind them. After his mom, passed, he's been tough on himself. Not to mention his long-term boyfriend left him- sorry I had no place to say that." Dad cut himself off. Chewing on my bottom lip, I looked down at my bare feet.

"Oh, boyfriend? I get it, it's alright. I guess I should tell him that more. He is very talented and keeps me in line." Maximillion confesses. I stepped out of my doorway to hear what they were saying.

"Hey Miles, I was just talking to Mr. Ivanov, sorry Max." My dad caught me sneaking from my bedroom to the bathroom. I stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned and faced them in the kitchen.

"Hi guys, um, I'm just going to change, yeah, be right back." I turned to face my bedroom again until I was stopped by Max.

"Let me go wash up. Where's the bathroom Stevenson?" He asked as he got up from the barstool and walked towards me. His body looks glorious in the light and I wanted nothing more than for him to engulf me.

I pointed to the bathroom door, but once my father turned away to continue setting up for dinner, Max grabbed my arm and led me into my bedroom. The door was slightly ajar when we went in and he quickly closed and shut it.

"Котенок (Kitten)." His finger stroked my cheek and then ran over my lips. I closed my eyes when he leaned down and felt my breathing suddenly increase. I licked my lips and felt him blow cool air on them.

Then I was being thrown against my bedroom wall and his hands were pressed roughly against the skin of my hips. His thumb violently grazed my hip bone as a gasp escaped my lips. My eyes popped back open when I felt his warm lips press against my forehead.