Tyler's POV

Quin and I didn't really play any drinking games. It was probably just his way of making me drink with him.

I couldn't remember how we got to his room. Fuck. I drank too much. My eyes felt heavy, I could barely stand. I saw a figure moving towards me through my blurry vision. I rubbed my eyes to see the figure clearly. It was Quin, taking off his shirt and pants. What the hell have I gotten myself into. If this was another prank I might end up killing him for real. He stood in front of me, leaned in and whispered.

"Why do you still have these on?"

he tugged at my shirt, then tapped my mask. Before I could think of a response which wasn't coming. Quin tore off the buttons of my shirt with one swift move sending them flying. Was he drunk too? Or was this another dream of mine.

He must be, but I was scared to take off the mask so he doesn't recognise me.

My brain wasn't braining at all, if even a word like that existed, a world where Quin actually wanted me . But we hated each other. I laughed at the thought. I must have laughed out loud because he yanked open my clothes with force.

"Is this funny to you , Goldy?"

What sort of stupid nickname was that?

Was it my hair colour?

Fuck ! It wasn't even golden, it's more like red or brown somewhere in-between.

I almost lost my footing. His hands snake around my waist and held me in place for about three seconds but we ended up falling onto the bed,a bed I didn't even realise was there— Quin's body collapsed onto mine.

"Oh!" I gasped

"Get off me,Christ you're heavy."

I tried to push him off me, my hands and legs weren't cooperative.

"You and I but know you don't want me to, and besides you're my husband now."

He lifted his muscular body from my lean frame. And showed me his fingers. He is probably fucking with me. And everything happening felt like a dream so it most likely was a dream.

If this was a dream, I should make the most of it. Since dream Quin wants to be my husband then so be it. Besides, he's not bad looking. My body felt hot. And I could feel the heat spreading all over. Quin moved slightly above me, his naked body grinding over my now aching dick through my pants, sending weaves of electricity through me.

Yeah fuck it. If dream Quin wants to fuck me then let him, besides I haven't gotten laid in a very long time. My dream should count. Right?

I pulled him down and kissed him. The connection of our mouths sent waves of electric shock through my body. His bare chest to mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth as if searching for something. He tasted alcohol and something sweet. I passed my fingers through his soft hair , stopped and pulled him closer. The kiss became desperate and hungry.

"Mmm.." I moaned into his mouth.

He moved his body up, lined his dick to mine and began to rock his body on mine.

"Mmmm..."

I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. The only thing separating our hard lengths was the piece of clothing I still had on—pants.

I tried to move him but he wouldn't budge. I peeled off my lips from his to get his attention.

"What?" He sounded pissed and out of breath.

" I need to take these off." I tapped my hips, referring to my pants.

He lifted his naked body totally this time and I got to really look at him. His dick stood erect like it could drill a hole and it was big , probably seven inches or more, his body was soo... Fuck no. I wasn't going down that lane. Tyler, enjoy your dream and get on with your life when you wake up. I scolded myself.

I quickly unbuckle my belt , zipped down and pushed down my pants and boxer briefs. I moved to the middle of the bed , Quin followed.

"I told you you wanted this." He murmured.

He leaned in and tried to kiss me but I avoided it. I don't kiss hookups. Let's just fuck and move on. I think he understood the no kissing rules when I avoided his kiss two more times. Good thing my mask was still in place.

He moved away, spread my legs open and balanced himself between them. I lay sprawled on the bed. My dick really needed attention, Quin was too slow for my liking.

The way his eyes roamed over my body didn't seem like he was disgusted. Dream Quin really must be blind. A sudden surge of excitement and anticipation coursed through me. I kept reminding myself that it was just a dream. I'll wake up in the morning, in my bed. And none of it will be real.

He picked one of the pillows from the bed , lifted my ass and placed it under. The pillow wasn't too high but it was a bit uncomfortable.

"Open up goldy." He ordered.

I'll excuse the name calling since it was a dream. So I did as he said, and opened my legs wider.

He spat on his hand and rubbed it over my hole. I jerked away from him at first, force of habit. But then I remembered I was willing to do this on my own. So I allowed myself to relax and enjoy what was to come.

His finger went back to massaging my hole.

"Ouu, fuck" I moaned.

He pressed one finger in gently. He pulled out the finger and began to move slowly in and out in a continuous motion.

He pulled out and spat on his fingers again and pressed into me, this time less gentle.

“Oh!” I gasped

Can fingers feel this good? Mine never did.

His pace increased, as he fucked me adding another , malking it two fingers that felt like four.

"Oh gods. Mm..."

"Moaning like a little slut already, wait till you feel the real deal." He growled

Dirty talk excused, cause obviously it was a dream.

He pulled out completely. This time around he spat on my hole and on his huge dick. I was already licking precum and so was he. My dick needed attention too, I almost whined. He stroked his dick a few times, mixing the spit with precum, then lined it to my hole and pressed In.

" Fuck. Fuck.Fuck fu...uck"

The pain was more than I expected. He pushed in and was completely inside me.

"Fu…ck."

Him filling me up completely , made me forget the pain for a second.

He began to move and the pain got mixed with the best feeling ever. Heat curled low in my stomach. He pulled out only to thrust back in with full force.

"Ahhhh..." My voice echoed in the room.

My scream did nothing to stop him. He pulled out only to plunge back in like a hammer drilling a nail into the wall, only it was different, the hole was me, and he had the nail drilling into me.

Quin held my waist with both hands as he fucked into me mercilessly. Thrusting and slamming like he had a record to break

"Ah. Ah. Yes. Right there . Ahhh..."

Tyler's POV

I prefer dream Quin to real Quin. Real Quin hated me and was most definitely straight.

He kept fucking and hitting my prostrate, earning more screams from me. At some point he pulled the pillow from under me , flipped me over and held my ass to the air. I was soo close to the edge. I stretched my hand to my dick and began to stroke it in time with his thrust.

He slapped my hand away and began to stroke my dick himself.

"Ahhh... Mmm..."

He stroked me in time with his hard thrust, fucking and stroking , squeezing my tip. The only sound that filled the room was the sound of my constant moaning, his grunts and low growl, with the sound of skin against skin.

I couldn't hold it in any more. It was too much.

"I'm...I'm gonna come. Ahhhhhhh..."

I cried out. An ear piercing scream escaped my mouth. Ropes of cum spurts coated the sheets . It was the hardest and longest I've ever released. Quin didn't stop stroking my dick. He only did when his movements became ragged and I knew he was about to come too.

"Fu...CK"

He jerked and came with a low growl. When he was done , he pulled out of me immediately. I felt empty instantly. After catching his breath , he rolled off me , moved the cum stained sheet away . He lifted the blanket from under us totally and covered our naked bodies. He drew me in, held me like we've done the same thing a million times.

I relaxed into his touch. This has got to be the best dream ever, I would wake up in the morning and continue to hate the real Quin McKenzie. I thought to myself as the darkness enveloped me.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, which sounded frustratingly loud. I must have forgotten to turn it off. I didn't need an alarm while I was on vacation. I remember the dream I had. Christ, it was the absolute best fuck of my life.

I tried to open my eyes, the sudden brightness made me shut it back. My head throbbed. But it wasn't the only pain I felt. My alarm went off again. I groaned and tried to move. "Fuck." I muttered

My ass felt sore. Ok. What the actual...

"Ouch!"

Something or rather , someone pushed me off the bed and I landed on my already sore ass. My eyes snapped open immediately. Someone else was on my bed and was still sleeping like I wasn't thrown out of the bed.

I crawled to where my phone was. I stopped the alarm and put on my clothes. I walked towards the other side of the bed and lifted the sheets a bit only to stare back at my worst nightmare. Quin was in my bed. Everything about it was wrong, very, very wrong. I looked around and it wasn't even my room.

Something on the table caught my attention. A paper. I moved closer to the side table to read what was on it , to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

"You've got to be kidding me." I muttered

Shock, anger and fear all in one. They were all trying to force themselves out.

A wedding certificate with both our names on it . I looked at my finger nails.

"Oh God!" My voice came out louder.

The gold wedding band looks expensive as hell. Without thinking, I removed the ring and slipped it into my pocket. I moved quietly. Thank goodness I haven't unpacked my suitcase. I folded the paper, put it into my pocket and snuck out of the hotel room and headed for mine.

The mask, I completely forgot about it. It must have come off at some point during the night. Not like I needed it. I moved to my room.

After getting my things, I checked out of the hotel. I searched for a motel instead and dialed Cassie's number. She picked up immediately. Reasons why she's my emergency contact.

"Hey babes, What's up?" Her voice gave me a sense of peace immediately but it vanished as soon as it came.

The ride I ordered arrived and I got in while talking to her.

"I fucked up." I said to her

"You always do honey. Tell me something new."

"I'm dead serious Cass."

"Fine. What is it? Did you kill someone?" She sounded a little concerned.

"No , but I wish I did. I got married."

"Say what now?" Surprise laces in her voice.

" I said I got fucking married, and I just ran away from my husband." I repeated more clearly for her to understand the situation.

Cassie and I grew up together. Our parents were friends who hoped their children would grow up getting married before everything went to shit. Fortunately we ended up wanting to get married to our fellow genders. We grew to love each other and respect our different tastes in general. I used to hide at her place whenever my mom came home with a new man who wanted to see her son.

"Oh my God. You're serious. Who is he?" She sounded excited for some reasons I couldn't figure out.

"It's Quin fucking Mackenzie."

The thought of even being close to him right now annoys the hell out of me. Everything annoyed the hell out of me.

"OMG. You got married to THE QUIN ? I told you he likes you but he's too into the closet to come out." She said

I got to the motel in no time. My phone was still in my ear as Cassie went on and on about how she felt Quin was in the closet .

I booked a room and got in.

"Cass, this isn't why I called, I need a solution." I finally interrupted her.

"Oh yes, yes. Since he doesn't know it's you and he doesn't know the man he got married to, let it remain like that." She said

"You're saying I should pretend?". I asked her.

"Yes, dummy. Look I gotta go, let's talk later."

She ended the call without me saying anything.

I sat on the bed of the motel and opened my laptop. I had new mail.

"Please be what I am thinking" I pleaded with the mail.

I clicked on the mail and the first thing I saw excited me.

"Congratulations."

Which meant I got the job . I read through the mail and it wasn't even the role I applied for. I applied for the role of a content writer and got the job of a personal assistant to the CEO. That's crazy.

My happiness got cut short by a message on my phone. I stared back at the phone.

~mom~ three million dollars have been added to the debt you need to clear. Don't be a waste of space and make yourself useful to your mother.

I didn't know if I should cry or not. A mother who takes pleasure in retreating her son like trash. I swallowed hard, my throat dried. She always gets to me . I pushed the thought of my mother back to wherever it was coming from. My life was already fucked.

I booked a flight early in the morning back to New York city. My interview was by 12 pm on Monday, and I needed to get there early. It was an interruption to my mini vacation but I didn't mind.

I've missed the air in New York, it was Monday already. I freshened up and headed for Macell Holdings.

It was an hour's drive there from my cramped up apartment , but it felt like ten hours.

" Hi, good day. I'm here for an interview" I said to the blond haired lady at the reception.

"Ok. Take this." She gave me a tag "It's the eleventh floor. You'll meet the secretary when you get there."

"Thank you" I muttered loud enough for her to hear.

When I got to the eleventh floor the elevator door dinged open. There was a pretty brunette sitting behind a large desk. I spotted the name on the desk. Clair.

"Hi" I said a little nervous now that I was actually at the interview.

"Hello. You're Tyler Davis?"

" Yes, that is me." I replied faster than I wanted to.

"Give me a sec." She picked up the landline. Sir the new candidate has arrived." She paused for a while, probably listening to her boss. "Ok sir."

She turned to me," you can go in now."

"Ok, thank you."

I opened the huge door carefully and stepped inside.

Damn!

The office was really really huge. It has a lot of trophies too.

Then I heard someone clearing their throat.

"It seems you're more interested in the artwork in my office than the job."

My attention snapped towards the area it came from.

"I'm..." I couldn't finish what I was about to say.

Recognition dawned on me and I muttered to myself.

"Oh Fuck me"

Tyler's POV

He walked closer and sat on the couch obviously meant for him.

"How long do you plan on working here?" His piercing sea blue eyes were probably drilling invisible holes through my head.

"For as long as you will have me."

Shit that sounded weird but I'll go with it either way.

"Are you in a relationship?"

Was this supposed to be part of an interview question?

"No sir" I answered anyway.

He looked and me for a moment nodded then ordered, "You can take your leave, I'll have my secretary contact you."

I looked at him with an obviously confused expression. But swallowed whatever was about to leave my mouth.

"Thank you sir." I said and stood up.

"Mr McKenzie." I heard Quin's voice

I turned to look at him.

"Call me Mr McKenzie."

"Oh. Yes, Mr Mackenzie." I repeated after him. And with that I was out of his office.

Outside the office, I nodded briefly at the secretary and gave a small smile as I walked straight to the elevator.

The moment the elevator door closed, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Everything about this new job was giving me mixed feelings. I took a cab back to my apartment. Something else kept bothering me .

Did he forget all about me?

I meant the me he bullied in school. Of course he would. I was nothing but a play thing that satisfied his veil pride and ego.

I needed to call Cassie.

But another call came in instead.

"MOM"

This woman is after my happiness. I hate her for it but she's my mother.

I picked up and put the phone on speaker.

"I know you weren't planning on picking up my call. After all I've done for you."

She's the worst kind of mother anybody could ever ask for. A mother who pleases her boyfriends by letting them have their way with her son.

"What do you want from me now?" My voice sounded obviously irritated. Because I was irritated by her.

"I'm at the police station, I need you to come bail me."

I sighed, "What did you do this time?"

"That is no way to talk to your mother, you ungrateful fruit of my womb."

"Fine if you won't tell me, then call your boyfriends to come bail you."

I was about to end the call when she said it.

"I couldn't pay for my drink." She was so shameless. Why would a mother be that shameless?

"Fine , I'm on my way."

I ended the call.

I put on something comfy and headed to the station. When I got there I spotted my mom talking and laughing with some guy in the stall. She looked comfortable.

Why are they even in the same category?

I thought male and female are separated.

I quickly went to the desk where I made payment and bailed my mother.

"I'm here for Jessica Davis." I told the cop at the desk.

"Sign here." He pointed to a piece of paper, handing me a pen,"And here."

After signing I told the cop to delay her bail by an hour so I'll be home when she leaves the station.

By the time I got home I was tired , I made noodles and called the one person who wasn't asking for anything except for me to trust in them.

Cassie.

She picked up immediately.

"Hey sugar, What's up?"

"I've got happy news and sad news." I muttered.

"Hit me with the happy news first." She said,

"Ok. I got a job."

"Fuck yeah! And?"

"My boss is Quin." It sounded like a whisper.

"You're fucked man." The joy in her voice disappeared immediately.

"Yeah, I'm fucked." I muttered.

"Cheers up sugar, he doesn't know y'all tied the knot so you're safe" the cheer was back in her voice.

"Yeah." I said grimly

"My boss is calling, let's meet up tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah."

And the line went dead silent.

Cassie and I hardly meet up. She's usually too busy and honestly, I think there's something going on between her and her boss.

I spent the rest of the evening going through the internet searching for everything I could find on Quin McKenzie. Before sleep consumed me.

Two days later I received another mail from Quin's secretary to resume work the following week.

A notification popped up, something about Quin and I couldn't resist.

I looked at the picture attached and read the headlines slowly with shaky hands. My heart beat spiked. Because I couldn't believe what I was reading.