Fiance of my Ex-Boss: Chapter 8 - Tell me your kinks, and I will tell you mine
Kyle opened his eyes and just lay there.
"You ok?"
"Sure, just overwhelmed, I think."
"Wasn't that the reason why you came?"
He chuckled and covered his eyes with his palm.
"I don't know, Ross."
"Cool. Want to eat something?"
"Sure."
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I didn't bother with clothes. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a few things.
"Eggs fine?" I shouted to him.
"Yeah, why not."
I cracked the shell when I felt his hands on my glutes.
"Fuck, Ross, you are hot."
I just smirked.
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We ate, and he kept looking at me with a smile. He was cute.
"So what now?"
Not this talk, please... "I don't know, you the one with the baggage. You tell me."
"How do you take it so cool?"
"Practice, I suppose," I spoke calmly.
"Are taken guys like your kink or something?"
"Straight, married, supposedly unobtainable. Yeah, I think you could say that."
"That's sad."
"For real? You didn't seem sad five minutes ago," I pointed my fork at him.
"I mean for you. You are just trying for something challenging, and you can't keep it when you finally get it."
"Gee, thank you, doctor Freud, you just opened my eyes, and now I am a whole new person." I spilled every ounce of sarcasm in me and just kept eating.
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"How many times has that worked for you?"
"Many, I prefer not to have commitments and fights about trivial things."
"Aren't you lonely?"
I looked at him. "Kyle, seriously? Have you created some sad image of me in your head, and now you trying to save me? Cos if you have, stop it. Some people are just happy as they are."
"Fine."
I smirked at him. "Then, stop looking at me like I'm a lost puppy."
"I am not."
"Yes, you are. You'd be taking me home if we were in a shelter."
"I would take good care of you, puppy," he grinned at me.
"Well, I would bite you." I grinned back.
"Maybe I would like that."
"Noted," I grinned at him.
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We finished in silence, and Kyle looked at me earnestly as he put his fork down.
"You still not getting near my ass, bro."
"Seriously? I've been in your ass. It welcomed me like a lost friend," I blew him a kiss and took the plate from him.
"Weren't you the one who said you would kick me out if I put a finger in you?"
"Yes. You didn't say anything, though, and I can still taste how much you liked it."
"Cunt."
I smiled at him. "Why is it that bad that you enjoyed it? Are you now less of a man because of that?"
"Fuck off."
"Are we getting butthurt again?" I smirked.
"No."
"He said, pouting," I said mockingly, narrating what he looked like.
"Stop that."
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I shook my head with a grin.
"I wanted to show you something for a while now, come."
"What?"
I led him to the room where I had the desk and turned on the computer.
"Sit."
He looked at me perplexed as I looked for the file.
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"First and most important, Kyle. I will never use that in any other way than jerk-off material. For the record, if I wanted to, I could have used it when I didn't give a shit about you, and I didn't. It's something way below me. Is that clear?" I looked at him seriously.
"What?"
"Here. A friend of mine gave me this." I pressed play and watched Kyle.
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He understood the second the video started. He frowned and leaned closer to the screen when he saw us get into the frame. Kyle looked at me, shocked, and returned to the screen with his mouth agape.
"Did you know it was there when you hit on me?"
"Honestly, no. But if I knew, I would hit on you even harder."
Kyle sat leaning against the back of a chair with arms crossed on his chest. His face was an impenetrable mask. That guy should play poker if he doesn't yet.
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"How long do you have this?"
"He called me when I was leaving the garage."
"So from day one."
"You can say so."
"Yet you are telling me about this only now."
"Didn't seem relevant."
"If this didn't seem relevant, I am curious what would be."
"And what would you do about it?"
"I don't know. But if Karl saw this, he would go mental."
"So, you would just worry pointlessly."
"Still, I feel betrayed you haven't told me."
I rolled my eyes. I got together with a drama queen. Great!
"I told you, Kyle, I would never use this, and the guy that made me this wouldn't either."
"I suppose he could get fired for making you this copy."
"Don't threaten my friends, Kyle. There's the line that will not be crossed."
"I am not threatening anyone; I am just stating the fact."
"The only person who knows I have this copy is you, and it will stay this way."
"Of course."
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