Just a Bit Bossy by Alessandra Hazard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 10

 

 

“Nothing yet?” Maya said when she came home.

Nate shook his head, avoiding her pitying eyes. He didn’t look away from the video game he was playing, but it was hard to keep the confident façade when it had been his fourth job interview that didn’t result in anything but vague promises to call him back. Spoiler alert: they didn’t call him back.

“I don’t get it,” Maya said, plopping down on his bed. “I was so sure you’d got this. That job sounded perfect for you.”

Nate shrugged. “I guess there were better candidates,” he said.

His sister made a sound of disagreement.

Feeling a rush of fondness for her, Nate forced a smile for Maya’s sake. “It’s fine, really,” he said. “I’m not in a hurry to get another job. I have a pretty nice financial cushion after…”

“Sucking your ex-boss’s cock?” Maya said with a smirk.

Nate glowered at her but didn’t say anything. He knew Maya just wanted to rile him up and take his mind off any depressing thoughts.

Propping herself on an elbow, Maya glanced at the computer screen. “Don’t tell me you’ve been playing this game all day again.”

“Not all day,” Nate said, somewhat defensively. “I just need to make sure he really keeps his end of the deal and doesn’t put the microtransactions back.”

Maya rolled her eyes. “And what are you going to do if he does? It’s not like you signed a legally binding contract. Let it go. Forget about him. Move on.”

“You’re the one who keeps reminding me of him,” Nate grumbled, even though his heart wasn’t in it.

Lately his heart wasn’t really in anything.

He had to admit that ever since he’d quit his job, it was hard to summon much enthusiasm for anything. He must have gotten so used to the hectic, insane pace of his life as Raffaele Ferrara’s PA, that his normal life seemed… boring now. Dull.

It didn’t help that all his job applications had been rejected, and he had nothing to keep his mind busy with. So it totally wasn’t Nate’s fault that he still kept thinking about his ex-boss—sometimes. He thought about him only sometimes: only when he saw his expensive suits in his closet or wore the shoes Ferrara had paid for. Well, he also thought of him every time he saw his own dick and cataloged differences between his and Ferrara’s (his cock was just a little shorter, but nowhere near as thick as Ferrara’s).

The most embarrassing, weirdest part was, the sight of his own cock turned him on now. Like, who got turned on at the sight of his own cock? He was a weirdo, apparently.

And then it got worse.

That night, Nate was watching porn in his bedroom, the door shut and locked to prevent his sister from walking in.

He needed some quality time with his right hand, so he stripped down and stretched on his back.

He looked at the porn. A curvy redhead was touching herself sensually, running her hands over her amazing tits. It looked so hot. But somehow, Nate’s gaze kept drifting to the male porn star’s cock. He was well endowed, his cock thick and big, kind of similar to...

Nate’s mouth filled with saliva.

Fuck, he couldn’t look away from that cock. He nearly whined when the redhead licked the head before taking the cock into her mouth.

Nate shoved two fingers into his mouth. He moaned around them, his other hand stroking his erection frantically. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted a cock in his mouth. He wanted a fat cock stretching his lips.

Nate looked down at his cock, his eyes glassy with arousal. He wanted… Fuck, he wanted to taste it. Hell, he’d always been very flexible. It was worth a try.

He shoved a pillow under his back and lifted his legs to his head. For a moment, he thought it wouldn’t work, but then his cock was right there, long and hard. Nate leaned forward and licked the head, whining at the double sensation. Fuck, it felt so good. He took the cockhead into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue around it, ignoring the pain in his neck and back.

“Suck it, suck that cock, yeah,” the porn star said. “You’re such a cock slut, aren’t you?”

The over-the-top lines that normally made Nate roll his eyes just turned him on now. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking on the head and wishing he could take the cock deeper, wishing there were hands gripping his hair and holding him still as Ferrara thrust into his mouth, infuriatingly arrogant and bossy—

He came, moaning around his own cock weakly.

He swallowed his jizz and let his legs fall.

Still panting, Nate stared at the ceiling dazedly.

Fuck.

 

***

 

All right, apparently fantasizing about sucking a cock—and even wanting to suck a cock—was fairly normal for straight guys. At least that was what Google and Reddit told Nate. That was a little reassuring. Not that he would necessarily freak out if he turned out to be bi—his parents were awesome and Nate was pretty sure Maya was into some weird gay werewolf porn—but Nate just genuinely didn’t think he was attracted to men. The idea of having sex with men, kissing them and getting naked with them was just… odd. He didn’t think he was attracted to men. It was just the idea of sucking a hard, thick cock that got him all hot and bothered. And if the cock in his fantasies was shaped like his horrible ex-boss’s, it was probably totally normal, considering that it was the only cock he’d ever sucked—besides his own.

So, what did that mean? Apparently he was just a straight weirdo brainwashed into wanting to suck cock.

Maya laughed at him when he told her that.

“I think you just need to get out and get laid,” she said, grinning. “By a woman with a cock, if that’s what you’re into.”

Nate frowned. “I don’t like one-night stands. You know that.”

The look Maya gave him was something between fond and exasperated. “Then don’t make it a one-night stand. You don’t have a job yet—why don’t you use that free time to get a nice girlfriend—or a nice someone.”

“I’m not into guys,” Nate said with a chuckle, shaking his head. “I’m serious about it, Maya. I’m not in denial. I can’t imagine wanting to kiss another man.”

His sister’s expression was full of skepticism. “You won’t know until you try it. Seriously, get out and get laid. You’re starting to depress me too with your constant moping.”

“I’m not moping.”

“Oh, really? Please. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were fired from your job instead of quitting. You’re totally moping, dumbass.”

That was the thing about living with a sibling: they knew you too well to buy your bullshit.

Nate sighed and leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his face. “All right, yeah,” he admitted quietly, looking at the logo of RD Software under Rangers 5’s. “I feel so down, and fuck, I’m not even sure why. I should be happy, right? I won the bet, I proved him wrong. But I feel…” He shrugged, unable to articulate it.

Maya smiled crookedly, raking her fingers through Nate’s hair. “Ever thought you might have actually liked your job?”

Nate laughed, but it sounded shaky and unconvincing even to him.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said faintly. “I’ve never wanted to be a PA. I’ll find a new job soon—a better job—and I’ll get over this. I’m sure of it.”

Except finding a new job turned out to be much harder than Nate had expected.

Over the next few weeks, he applied for job after job, without any success. On the rare occasion that he was called for an interview, they seemed to like him well enough during the interviews, but he hadn’t heard back from any of them.

Nate couldn’t deny that it was very disheartening, and his mood hadn’t been exactly improving as weeks went by.

His phone rang four weeks after he’d left the Caldwell Group.

“Hello?” Nate said groggily, yawning and trying to blink himself awake.

“Hi Nate. It’s Olivia Mendez, the Caldwell Group’s HR assistant. How are you?”

Nate sat up, all sleep gone in an instant. He thought he said something, but he wasn’t even sure, his heart beating fast and his pulse thundering in his ears. He suddenly felt alive and wide awake. The Caldwell Group. What did he want?

He must have asked that, because Olivia didn’t waste time on small talk. “I wanted to let you know that the position of Mr. Ferrara’s PA is open again, in case you were interested.” Her voice was full of skepticism—she clearly didn’t believe that anyone would be eager to return to that job—and yet she was still calling him.

“Did he tell you to call me?” Nate said. “Ferrara?”

“Well, yes,” Olivia said. “His new PA, Abel, quit yesterday—”

“I thought his name was Connor.”

“Connor was fired two weeks ago,” Olivia said, a grimace in her voice.

Nate didn’t feel bad for him. Did that make him a terrible person? It probably made him a terrible person.

Maybe his ex-boss’s horribleness had rubbed off on him.

“So Mr. Ferrara told me to call you and get you back,” Olivia said, her tone a little apologetic. “I told him that you’d likely found another job already, but he seemed so confident that you haven’t. I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll tell him no, obviously.”

Nate stared blankly in front of him.

I told him that you’d likely found another job already, but he seemed so confident that you haven’t.

“That son-of-a-bitch,” he hissed, his disbelief mixed with rising anger.

“Excuse me?” Olivia said.

“Sorry, just thinking aloud,” Nate said, his mind racing. Now all of these rejected job applications made a horrible amount of sense.

At the same time, they made no sense whatsoever. Why would Ferrara even bother ruining Nate’s job prospects? Raffaele Ferrara was a very important man. He was the COO and vice president of the Caldwell Group, a man with a ridiculously busy schedule—Nate knew that better than anyone. Nate couldn’t understand why the fuck the asshole had bothered to make sure Nate couldn’t get another job. Was it spite? Just because Nate had won their little bet? Ferrara was a dick, but Nate hadn’t thought he was that petty.

“What do you want me to tell him?” Olivia said.

“Tell him to fuck off,” Nate said.

“I... I can’t tell him that, but I’ll tell him that you said no.”

Nate glowered at the wall. No, that wasn’t satisfying at all. “You know what? I think I’ll drop by and tell him what I think of him in person.”

Also, Nate fucking deserved an explanation, and then Satan deserved a fist to his face. Nate wasn’t particularly picky about the order.