#Chapter5

Miles' Point of View

It's been 2 weeks. 2 weeks of being the CSA (Computer Science Analysts) for Mr. Maximilion Ivanov. He hasn't called me into his office ever since the interview. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. It's been going well, I've met a few people here in the office and it's been going well.

"Your assistance is needed in my office, a quarter after 1 o'clock." The phone call cut once he finished his sentence. He sounded so professional and sexy, lord have mercy on me.

I check the time on the computer in front of me and it's already 1:00 PM. Thankfully, I wasn't too far from his office so I continued to log more information down on the charts.

"Um excuse me?" I heard a voice call out to me.

"Hi, I would like to make an appointment with Mr. Ivanov." I looked up to the prettiest set of grey eyes. When our eyes met, a smile grew on his face. He looked slightly familiar.

"Hey, sorry Hello. The receptionist is right up there." I told the man but he shook his head and looked down at his feet before picking his head back up towards me.

"You see I would go there, but she isn't as pretty as you." A blush crept on my face as I shyly looked down at the keyboard.

"I'm not pretty, I'll make the appointment, what time would you like?" I asked him without looking at him directly in his eyes. Of course, he wouldn't take that. He dipped his finger underneath my chin and lifted my view to his own. He had on a similar ring to the one Max always wears, but his with a different sigil on it.

"Pretty. Handsome. Beautiful. Whichever one it is, you're all of it. 2 in the afternoon next Monday, please." His voice was smooth, and his face looks heavenly. Wow.

"Can I get a last name please?" I haven't even realized his finger was still on my chin until I heard the familiar sound of his doors open.

"Chalamet." His voice sounded even deeper as if he was angry.

"Ivanov." Chalamet or whatever his first name tagged back.

"If you could keep your hands to yourself and off my employees and away from my business, that would be great." Ouch, sounds like someone's mad.

"Don't worry old friend. Only here for a second, you'll be seeing me next week Maxi. As for you, beautiful, I hope to see more of you." Smooth.

"Stevenson. My office. Now." I finished typing in Chalamet's appointment and sent it to the receptionist before following behind Maximillion. He opened the door and let me in first before coming and slamming the door. Guess who's in trouble for nothing? It's me! It's always fucking me.

"Stevenson. I would rather you keep your private business with people, private." I dropped my head in submission before answering him.

"I wasn't- We weren't- there wasn't anything." He calmly walked over to me and rested a hand on my shoulder. His grip slid down my arm and picked up my hand, his thumb grazing over my knuckles.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't have other men flirting with you under my own roof. You'll be working in here with me. Understood?" His tone was strict, nothing to be reckoned with.

"Yes s-sir, I mean Mr. Ivanov," I spoke softly as he gruffed in response. He dropped my hand back down to my side and walked to his desk. There was a smaller desk to the side of the office, facing him and I ran to it. Sitting on the seat, I looked forward to his working nature. He was currently looking down reading something or so I thought.

"I pay you to work, not to fantasize about me." He spoke as he wrote something down on the charts of papers in front of him, the ring still on his finger. I guess I never realized but he wore it every day, all the time.

"Er, sorry." I logged into my company email on this computer and started charting more information again. The only sounds that were heard in the room were those of the keyboard, pencil on paper, and the heavy breaths he would take when he gets aggravated.

"Isn't it your lunch?" He finally spoke after hours of tedious work. I nodded my head but spoke up after he gave me a terrifying stare.

"You'll be attending a lunch meeting with me. Let's go." I barely had time to answer when I was being ushered out of the room and into a black limo being driven by someone I couldn't see.

"My parents will be there. They wanted me to bring someone along. As well as my younger sister, it's nothing much so you can just sit and stay quiet." He said that was nothing. Parents? What the fuck is going on?

"Are you sure? Maybe I'm the wrong company to bring to a 'Parents lunch.'" I told him but he only looked at me with confusion. Oh boy, it looks like the big boy needs some training.

"We're here. Again, sit and stay quiet." He told me as if I was an obedient dog. I rolled my eyes and follows him out of the car. We walked side by side into the fancy Bistro. This place must've been only for celebrities since there were two large security guards standing at the front. I corrected myself as incorrect when Max greeted them at the door.

There were many tables in the restaurant but there were only one with three people sitting there. We walked to the table and the older woman that was once sat down got up and started attacking Max with kisses. I couldn't help but smile and bite on my bottom lip as he groaned but she continued.

"Oh, мой дорогой (My dear) you look well." His mother, I'm guessing, said to him. I was noticed by the younger woman who was sat at the table. She flashed me a smile before getting up and shaking my hand. She was beautiful, had the same striking blue eyes as Max, and porcelain skin.

"Hello, I am Annabelle Ivanov, it's a pleasure to meet you." Her voice was angelic, she was the complete opposite from Maximillion. Although they had similar physical characteristics, she was polite, kind, and soft... I'm not sure if the last one is a characteristic but it should be.

"It's my pleasure, the names Miles, Miles Stevenson, CSA of Mr. Ivanov." She held my hand and aided me to a seat at the table across from who I assume is Max's father.

"Hello sir, it's very nice to meet you." I tried to make light conversation. He had the same ring on his finger as Max, the same sigil and color. His first stare was cold and aggressive then his smile turned this whole thing around.

"The pleasure is mine, young man. The name is Matveï Ivanov. How are you?" I was a bit taken back at his kindness, now I really think Max is the black sheep here.

"I'm doing great, now. Thank you for asking sir." I said with a small smile that he gratefully returned. Max finally sat down next to me and squished me in the middle of his sister and himself as his parents sat on the other side of the table.

"Oh, and who is this lovely young man?" His mother reached over the table and placed her hand over mine with a small squeeze. How fucking cute... Max, you need to learn from these wonderful people.

"This is Stevenson, my new CSA," Max said unenthusiastically.

"Hello, Stevenson darling." Her accent is thicker than her husband and both her children. She was beautiful, I guess they all were amazingly attractive.

"Hi, it's just Miles actually, thank you for inviting me." I smiled and Matveï and his wife smiled at me.

"You're the utmost welcome, my child, I'm Anastasiya and this is my dear husband Matveï, our daughter Annabelle, and you already know my son." She recited going around the table reintroducing me to everyone.

"We already ordered and I hope it's to your agreement," Anastasiya said as I nodded my head in accordance.

"So Miles, how is it working with my son?" His father, Matveï, asked and that got all of their attention. Should I fuck around with him or be polite?

"Well, your son is definitely an interesting person. In all honesty, his business is one of the best in the entire country and possibly the world. I haven't seen anyone work quite like him but he's very ‘personal'. As his CSA, it would be better for me if he would be open to me and talk to me but he does everything for himself. It's not that I don't mind sitting at work doing anything but I like to help and be of assistance. If that makes any sense." I rambled until I noticed everyone shifting their views to Maximillion.

He sat with his hands clasped together, ring on his pinky. He was pissed. Everyone was quiet until both his parents and sister started to laugh aloud.

"Oh, my boy. He's always been like that since he was very young. Hopefully, you can help him with some confidence and he'll open right up!" Matveï said with hope and conviction.

I smiled and thanked God that they weren't upset. Even Max slightly grinned and I was grateful, I couldn't handle being fired after only working for 2 weeks. The food came and everything went by smoothly, there were conversations about Max's childhood, threats from Max to his parents, and Annabelle talking about her own family. Once the lunch was over, Max quickly pulled me away from his loving family and towards the black limo outside.

"You wanted me to open up? Well, get ready, Stevenson." His smirk was ever so evident and it made me nervous. The grip he had on my arm made my dick hard and that wasn't all, I looked him up and down until I stopped on a familiar spot that had a huge bulge sticking out.