Chapter 2

I was pissed.

Hurt.

Enraged.

I stormed into my office and slammed the door shut, ignoring the way my secretary nervously flew up to her feet the minute she sighted me. I dropped my jacket on my desk and quickly walked towards the water dispenser, fetching myself a glass of cold water and downing everything up in one go. I scowled at the empty glass cup, feeling pissed as fuck.

Pissed because I had allowed my dad to get me worked up as usual, and because he had the mind to threaten me with what he knew was the only thing I’ve been looking forward to since I was a kid– inheriting my dad’s empire.

Hurt? Yeah I was hurt. The fact that my parents didn’t give two fucks about me and never bothered to hide it always hurt, no matter how much I tried to tell myself that I didn’t care. Hurt because they didn’t know who I really am and have never, ever cared to find out. Their only concern was bringing me up to be a perfect, straight As trophy son they could present to the world- but then I decided to rebel by being the complete opposite of what they wanted me to be.

They wanted a straight A’s kid? I ended up graduating with credits.

They wanted an obedient, poised and hard working child? I ended up being disrespectful, nonchalant and a disappointment.

To make things worse, as if the heavens were on my side for once, they wanted a child who’d take over the family business and give them a grandchild. Then what happened? I ended up hating the way boobs felt against my chest since high school and developing a deep love for choking on dicks, which means I was very much gay- something I know they’d be more than disappointed about.

And enraged? Fuck yeah. I was enraged because my dad knew threatening to take my inheritance away and give it to my annoying cousin was the only way I was going to agree to the marriage, despite how much it was going to hurt me.

Thinking about it makes it hurt even more.

If he had asked me to get married to a chick in order to save the company a month ago, I might have agreed willingly after a few thoughts since there was no one lingering in my thoughts all those while, but now? There was definitely someone who wasn’t just lingering in my mind, but also a little bit in my heart.

It started off as as a one night stand which had wrecked my whole body and brains, forcing me to break my own rule of not fucking someone twice by hooking up with him again a few days later. Then we exchanged snaps and started texting. He invited me to dinner two days later and I had agreed because I was bored and low-key hoping he’d invite me over after the dinner for sex. Turns out he had only texted because he was hurt and didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t pry for the reason for his hurt, I had only distracted him from it as best as I could by telling about the wild things I had been involved in throughout college because most of them were iconic, and it worked out because he was doubling over with laughter an hour later.

After that day, our texting spree increased, we met up at least three times a week to either have dinner together or just sit by the beach, talking about everything and anything, and every one of those days always ends with both of us in either of our apartments, having intense sex... the sex felt different each time, grew hotter and better than the previous one, had always been like that since the beginning.

Now, I was forced to admit to myself that I like Jack, more than I’m supposed to since it was supposed to be just a hookup thing from the beginning. What hurts more was the fact that I wasn’t going to get any chance to see if this thing with jack could develop into something else, it was just going to have to end like this- and I doubt if jack would be as hurt as I am about all these, he might not even like me back to begin with.

The angels just had to make me finally like someone who’s probably only interested in me for sex.

It hurts that I’m going to have to break things off with Jack but I’m going to do it anyway. I’d delete his snap and try to forget him since I was definitely going to give my dad a call tomorrow to inform him that I’d marry whoever the chick was. How the marriage was going to work out was beyond me, but I guess we’d figure something out when we get to that point.

One thing was the clearest in my head at the moment, I was definitely going to hook up with Jack one last time tonight.

I shot him a quick text, asking if I could come over tonight. He had agreed immediately and I told him I’d be there by nine pm.

The time was five pm in the evening, an hour before the work hours would be over, but I stood up and packed my stuff into my bag, shrugged on my suit jacket and exited the office.

No one could question me for leaving before work hours were over, I was the future heir of this company and everyone knew it since it got officially announced on national tv when I was still in college.

I got into the elevator and exited the company in a few minutes time, driving straight home so I could take a few drinks to calm my overworked brain, speak to my therapist then drive over to jack’s house where I’d get my worries and problems fucked out of me, leaving me with nothing to think about but that burning pleasure for tonight at least.