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.

Tyler's POV

"Heir to the Makell Empire Allegedly got married to a man in Vegas"

Below the headline was a picture of me wearing a mask and Quin standing opposite me putting a ring on my damn finger.

Wait, why was I even panicking? It's not like anyone would recognise me. The picture was kinda blurry and besides I took the wedding certificate with me because it had my real name on it.

Everything was basically against my happiness right now.

After about three hours the door bell rang and Cassie walked in holding bottles of beer and a pizza box.

God, I love her and how she knows exactly what I want. . Except she wasn't the only one.

"Hello bitches." Kira's voice came in.

Then there was Aron and Judy.

"Is there a party I wasn't aware of?" I said looking at all my friends as they made themselves comfortable in my cramped up apartment.

"We heard you're married, so we came to celebrate with our only married friend who didn't invite us to his wedding." Judy said in a calm but sarcastic kind of way.

I looked at Cassie who was pretending to look at something on her phone. Her eyes met mine.

"Oh come on." She grumbled.

"I had to share with the guys."

"And you couldn't tell me about it first?" I raised a brow.

Oh come on darling. I know you wouldn't mind. And see." She waved her hand around " you don't."

" Oh fuck you Cass." I moved to sit on the single grandpa couch.

"Fortunately we don't work for the same team. So, go fuck yourself or rather your husband." She giggled at the last statement she made.

We talked until late at night when everyone decided to take their leave.

I rolled like a hundred times without being able to sleep. I couldn't get Quin out of my head. I hated him for messing with me. I hated him even more for being so good in bed.

Just the thought of him and I was hard. Well my hand could go a long way. I stood up, got naked and lay back down on the bed. No need for lube. I just want to get this over with so I can sleep.

I spat on my palm and started stroking myself with my eyes closed. I began to recall how Quin stretched me open with his thick length, The heat wheezing from him and him thrusting in and out of me, fucking me with no form of mercy.

"Fuck! "

I stroke faster, not once slowing down. The sound of our skin slapping filled my ear. I bit down in my lower lips as spurts of cum coated my chest. After giving myself a few minutes to catch my breath I picked up my shirt, cleaned myself up with it and tossed it back to the ground. Not long after I fell asleep like I wasn't begging for sleep earlier.

Monday came faster than I wanted it to. At least my mother hasn't been bugging me with calls since her release, which was something.

I got to the office on time using the subway. I couldn't afford to go broke before my job started. And I was saving up to clear my mother's debt of almost 15million dollars. And then there is the allowance I give her, which I've cut down to discourage the gambling habit.

I felt a pang of shame remembering how I'd cum with the image of my new boss a few days back. I pushed the thought away quickly

"This is Mr Quin's schedule for the week" Clair said handing me a n ash coloured tab. And then a cup of coffee. "Always remember his coffee." She leaned in a little then whispered "He can't seem to function without it." She smiled

" Ok. Thank you" she winked in response and left me standing in front of the huge door.

I think my heart beat spiked up. I inhaled then exhaled. And entered the office.

His chair faces backwards making him face the glass window that reveals the beauty of the city.

"Good morning Mr Mackenzie. Here's your coffee."

He spinned around to face me. Gracing me with his very obviously breathtaking face.

"Stop it!. I scolded myself mentally.

I can't risk getting hard in front of him. I'm just reacting to him like this because of our previous encounter. He probably has a girlfriend or...a boyfriend.

He picked up the coffee without a thank you.

Arrogant much.

He took a sip from the coffee and lifted his pair of piercing sea blue eyes to look at me.

God I hate him.

"What's for today?" He asked and went back to sipping his coffee and going through his phone.

I quickly began to go through all his fixed activities for the day.

"You have a meeting with the editorial team by 9am which is in 20 minutes. Also, you have a contract signing with the Blackwoods by 10am immediately after the editorial meeting." I kept reading .

I looked up briefly to see that he looked uninterested but I continued anyway to the very last thing on his schedule.

"Finally you have dinner with your parents by 7pm ."

He was focused on his phone the whole time. I wanted to smash his head into the table until he bled to death. I hate him Soo much.

The day went by slowly from meeting to meeting. Does he ever take a break ? I was exhausted.

When it was time for him to have dinner with his father, he asked me to leave for the night.

When I got home, I showered and got ready for bed.

I heard the message notification sound from my phone. But not the phone I was expecting. I opened my bed side drawer and unlocked the phone.

It was the phone I used only when I needed to get laid, I must have forgotten to turn it off.

The message read

Dear husband, you think you can run from me? I'll find you.

Oh shit!