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!

Quin's POV

I made the worst mistake ever.

Drinking and getting drunk was never my thing, not to talk of getting married to someone I don't know.

He ran away with evidence of the matrimonial but lucky for him Jake sent me a picture of us that was posted on the internet, but his face was fucking blur.

Then there is my personal assistant who doesn't sit well with me but I want to find out why. His name sounded very familiar, probably like a rival or maybe a fling from way back. I haven't done a deep background check on him yet but he looks interesting.

I'm having dinner with my dad. I can't concentrate. He'll definitely notice something isn't right, he always does.

"Claire Blackmore has agreed to marry you." He said with a stern look.

I stabbed the stake like it offended me.

"Dad."

" Or do you want me to ask Anthony about his son? He has a gay son?" My mom chipped in.

My parents are insufferable. It took me the whole of college to build up the courage to tell them I like both girls and boys, and surprisingly they took it well.

The moment I clocked twenty nine they kept pestering me about getting married.

Then I got a message from Jake who was assisting me in searching for my runaway husband.

It was a phone number and below it he wrote.

"Don't have a name yet but that's likely to be his contact."

I sent a quick

"Thanks man."

And sent a message to the number.

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

And continued dinner with my parents.

"Mom, dad, I'll get married when the time is right."

My dad scoffed

"Oh darling, if we keep waiting for you the time might never be right and we won't get to have grandkids from you till we die." Mom said.

"Come on mom. Your princess just got married not long ago, why do you want another wedding so soon?"

"Your sister is different from you." My dad said.

"Fine." I said in resignation.

I agreed to meet the candidates they each had in mind.

We looked like the happiest family on the outside but it was different. My dad smiled but made sure he had everything under control including how I should smile or blink. Me and my sister, Billie, didn't have a choice but to go with it.

Billie got married because of the pressure and now they want to do the same thing to me and the wedding isn't up to 5 months yet.

I called Ben my chauffeur to bring the car over to take me home, after making sure my parents left the restaurant.

I wanted to go for a drink but the last time I drank , I made the greatest mistake ever. I got married. I had slipped out after a very stressful day of talking to people I have no interest in business wise or sexually. I went back to the hotel but a particular red head man entering the bar caught my attention. I couldn't resist and now we're married.

I checked my phone for the tenth time since I sent the message to my runaway husband. The name he gave me that night doesn't seem to belong to anyone apparently. I hope I don't go crazy searching for him.

By the time I got home I'd stopped checking my phone for any form of message. Maybe it was the wrong guy. But Jake has never been wrong. I quickly sent a message to him.

"Are you sure it's the right one?"

"Chill man. It's the only one I could get that belonged to the redhead in the picture."

"It better be. He hasn't replied to my text." I typed out.

"Maybe he hasn't seen it." Jake texted back.

I sighed, threw the phone a little too hard onto my bed and went to freshen up.

I turned the shower on and memories of the night I spent with the sexy runaway redhead kept racing through my head.

I didn't realise I was stroking myself until I was doing so faster.

I've had many encounters with red heads just like him but he was different. The way he submitted and took me in like he was made for me. No I meant his hole was meant to take me.

One hand on the wall and the other continued to stroke my hard length. I focused my thoughts on how hot he was and the heat inside him every time I thrust into him.

The way he moaned shamelessly. I increased the pace, stroking faster and faster as I shut my eyes tighter.

He smelled good too but I couldn't place my hand on what the smell was.

I pushed the thoughts of the smell back and focused on the rhythm of our body. How we moved in sync, him pushing himself to meet my every thrust.

My breathing became rugged.

"FU...CK"

My balls tightened and I came with a low growl.

I washed off and went to get ready for bed.

After putting on nothing but a comfortable short I picked up my phone. A message from my mom came in.

"Don't forget you agreed to meet Anthony's son."

I sent her one back

"Ok mom."

I needed to sleep and I had medication that helps with that.

Just when I was about to take my medication for sleeping another message came in. It was short and straightforward.

"Catch me if you can."