Chapter Fourteen - I'm Not Okay
Adrian stole a look at his phone, made a move to grab it, and then decided against it. There were only minutes until Edward would call, but he still felt impatient. What was wrong with him? He had had that one in the bag, so to speak, only to be kicked out the door after the deed. Did he want a relationship with Edward, after all? With such an unconventional man?
He used to think of himself as free and unconventional, too, but this impatience, right now, told a different story. Throughout the day, Adrian had dreamed of Edward, with his eyes wide open. Now he was supposed to focus on work and not on what Edward would say or how his voice would sound like when he eventually called.
There had been no phone call on Sunday, and that because Edward had told him that obligations slumped him. But now it was Monday, and the clock was crawling slowly toward seven pm. The waiting was killing him, and Adrian had partly decided to spend more time at work only so that he could keep his mind busy.
Edward was pretty addictive. Adrian shifted in his chair and then decided to stand and walk around for a bit and stretch his legs. He didn't have to close his eyes to picture Edward waiting obediently to be fed a healthy dose of cum. Adrian felt even a fit of small anger growing. What kind of relationships had Edward been in before him? The pervert that he was, he must have experimented with all sorts of things. Adrian wanted to believe that he was unique, and Edward had even said something to that extent. Still, he didn't want to fall into the trap of a false sense of security.
Edward could call everything off with the snap of his elegant fingers, and Adrian didn't want to think of what it would mean. For years, after Alexander, he had guarded himself so well. And now, he cared again, and the thought was unsettling.
As long as he believed himself to be in control, it was all right. With Edward, two nights ago, it had felt like that. Adrian had felt like a winner, a conqueror entering a surrendered city. But the keys to the kingdom weren't in his pocket. Edward had eluded him with practiced ease, despite their hot lovemaking.
Only thinking of that made Adrian want to slap his cock, and not in the fun way. Was it okay to let himself care? Edward wanted a partner to play with, not a boyfriend, not even a lover in the traditional sense. What was he getting himself into?
The phone rang, and Adrian almost jumped on it, but then he reconsidered. He took two seconds, and then, as if he was slightly surprised by the call, he picked up.
"Is it seven already?" he asked in a voice he hoped was both relaxed and charming.
"So says my watch. Are you still at work?"
"You know, some of us still have to work for a living."
"Your situation leaves nothing to be desired, or so I understand."
"I can't complain. I love my work. What about you?"
"I love my work, too," Edward replied in a playful voice.
"I know you do. But you don't have to slave your life away; it's a matter of choice with you."
"Do I sense a hint of jealousy? Trust me; you shouldn't care so much about all that."
"It's easy to say when you have a frigging grand staircase leading to the first floor."
"Ah, I see. You can't help but tease me. Why are you pissed, as you would say, Adrian?"
"I'm not pissed."
"I can sense you are."
Adrian moved the phone from one ear to another. "You kind of left my dick hanging in the wind."
"I recall letting you leave only after being completely satisfied."
"You're not a sex expert," Adrian retorted. "You can't know that."
"Or is it that the source of your dissatisfaction comes from a different place?" Edward talked as if he mused to himself.
"Stop psychoanalyzing me. You're not a shrink, either."
"But I'm in charge of your wellbeing, and, right now, I know for a fact that you are discomforted."
"Discomforted? Pissed sounded better."
"I thought so. Come on, Adrian, say it. What's eating you?"
"You sent me home like I was a booty call."
"You're a bit above that," Edward teased him.
Adrian was beginning to feel more irritated. "Oh, so I am that."
Edward laughed at the other end. "I see that you're getting all hot and bothered over how I treated you. But it could not be helped, Adrian. My obligations -"
"What obligations? Stop being so secretive. After seeing The Awakening, I don't think anything else could shock me."
"I'm afraid my obligations are the opposite of that. They involve dull, tedious affairs. On Sunday, I visit my family, and I entertain some of their guests. I am always required unless I have some emergency to take care of."
Adrian felt himself cool down a bit. He hadn't seen his parents in a while, so he needed to commend Edward on being such a dutiful son. Maybe he could call his mom and dad later; they were on a cruise, somewhere, having fun, as they deserved.
"All right. I get that. So when do I see you?"
"This weekend."
"Fine." He didn't know what else to say. If he insisted for them to see each other sooner than that, he would just sound childish, and he might just annoy Edward.
"Dream of me, Adrian. I'll surely dream of you," Edward promised with a low, sexy chuckle.
That made Adrian smile. All right, so maybe Edward wasn't that difficult to turn into a real boyfriend if need be. He just had to play the game and get better at it so that he could beat his opponent.
***
Something was not right, Mike could tell, as he looked at the data coming in. His diagnosis tools were trying to calm him down, but he knew the signs of a cyberattack when he saw one. He could try to reroute the traffic, but he wasn't particularly sure that it would work. The company needed information to function, and now the useful information was lost in a sea of spam.
He grabbed the phone and called the ISP provider. Like on cue, the landline phone on his desk began to ring. People must have started to notice, as well. Mike held his phone between his cheek and his shoulder and reached for the other.
"Yes, I know, it's a DDOS attack," he explained shortly. "No, miss, I'm sorry, I'm not exactly in charge of the Internet. Just don't do anything."
Mike put back the phone and prayed for someone at the ISP provider to pick up. While he tried to communicate with the tech service, the landline phone lit up. Between explaining the problem to the tech service guy and trying to appease the people who needed to do their work, his patience was wearing thin.
As he suspected, the tech support guy offered to reroute the traffic, and that pretty much meant that all of it, good or bad, would go into a little black hole. His fingers danced on his keyboard, as he chose to ignore the angry landline phone, while he reconfigured the firewall. Unfortunately, the tech support guy wasn't much of help, which was precisely what he was afraid of.
The alternative was simple and complicated at the same time. He was just the server guy, after all. He could just let the ISP provider handle things and sit with his arms crossed. Or he could try to use his little software that could reroute the traffic to the cloud, and then he could contain it there and analyze it until the storm weathered off.
That was a bold move. If he did it without talking to anyone in the company, he might just put himself in a vulnerable position. But if he didn't act fast, who knew how many other things could go from bad to worse?
He needed to call the IT department. By now, they had to know that something fishy was going on. With a not so heartfelt thank you, he ended his conversation with the tech support and grabbed the landline. "Please, don't call here for a while, as I need to get in touch with the IT department," he said quickly to the angry person on the other end.
"This is the IT department. What the hell is going on?"
