#Leiline's pic. Watcha think?##
~Xander POV~
I run my hand through my hair for the nth time while pacing in my office room. I feel so frustrated that I don't know what I should do. This is all so new to me. I've never been this frustrated before.
I messed my hair for the last time and slump my body on the visitor's chair feeling defeated.
"And I'm wondering how long will it take before you grew tired of pacing back and fort." Mike(Mr. Simpson), my best friend and childhood friend, commented looking so amused.
I throw him the hardest glare I could master and hissed through my teeth the words "shut up!".
And do you know what the bastard did? He just shrug his shoulder with the widest grin I have ever seen from him. He's really enjoying this, isn't he?
"I didn't really expect you to took a liking on Stone this much."
"Stone?" I asked with one eyebrow raised.
He looked at me confused but not too long before his eyes turned as big as a saucer. He looked stunned for a minute before he speak again. "Seriously? You don't know that Miguel's name is Miguel Stone? And to think that you claimed him to be your future lover. So stupid man!"
I opened my mouth to defend myself but no words came out from it. I am speechless. I'm so dumb not to know his name. So stupid! But come to think of it. What do I really know about the man that caught my eyes? Aside from the fact that he's handsome and hot and sexy and~. Okay, I'm loosing track with my thoughts.
Without thinking, I took my phone out and dialed the number of the person whom I knew could help me. "Johnson, I want you to get all the information you can get about Miguel Stone. A guy that is currently working under me." I didn't waste time waiting for his response and cut the call.
"Where are you going?"
I stood up from where I'm seated and made my way to the door. I know I said I'll leave him alone today. But I want to see him so bad. I want to feel him. Taste him. Anything. And I know full well that this is a bad idea.
I'm so obsessed with him that I forget to gather information about him.
I'll take a rest today. Calm my nerves down, specially the hyper me down south, or I'll mess this up. I'll give him space for now. But next time, I won't let him run away.
"I call it a day!" I answered Mike waving my hand with my back on him.
~Miguel POV~
It's been three days since my last encounter with Xander. I would say it's a good thing since everything is going smoothly. The rumors calmed down and the stares lessen.
All of that is good. But I'm having this strange feeling at the pit of my stomach that something isn't right. I don't know what. But I could feel it. And it bothers me a lot.
It feels like the calm before the storm kind of thing. Hopefully I'm just being paranoid and fussing about nothing. Maybe he just realized he can't play games on me and decided to forget about my existence at all. That I pretty much hoping.
"Still no show from the Man?"
I jump a little when Leiline suddenly appear in front of me. Again. She seems to be doing that a lot of time lately. I mean, seriously? Is it hard to give a warning? No need to startle someone.
I narrowed my eyes on her trying my best to give the hardest glare she will ever see. If looks could kill she'll be ten feet below the ground now.
And what's the result of my hard work? A giggle from the devil.
"Don't do that again. It doesn't suit you." And I think she's really making fun of me. "Anyways, Mr. Graveman still haven't showed up yet?" She asked looking curious and eager.
My eyebrow automatically rose with her question. She's been giving me that kind questions for the last three days. Does she like him? No way! I won't let that happen. She may be a devil but she's my best friend and I won't hand her over Satan. Cause I'm so sure he is Satan.
I snapped back from my thoughts when she hit me with my own cellphone on my head. Yes. You read it right. She. Hit. Me. On. My. Head. And yes again. With my own cellphone.
I really need to think again how we became friends from the start. Cause this girl will kill me someday. And I mean it literally.
"I can see your brain malfunctioning. So stop your stupid thoughts. I don't like Mr. Graveman the way you are thinking. So shut it and just fall on his arm." She said giving me the looks she's been throwing me ever since Xander came into this company.
"I think your brain is the one malfunctioning here," I snorted. "Stop your gay fantasy cause it won't be happening. At least not on me."
We have a lot of gay couples friends already. Why is she insisting on making me one of them? I'm not even gay to begin with. Is she really losing her mind?
"But you look so good together," she said holding my hands with that dreamy look on her eyes. She's losing it again.
"I'm giving you three seconds to remove your hand from his. Or I'll do it myself. And I'm telling you, I won't be gentle." Yelled by a someone coming from the doorway.
I felt shiver down my back hearing that familiar angry voice. It's been three days since the last time I heard that voice. And with the same furious tone.
Leiline let go of my hand immediately and stand a few feet away from me in a flash. Her hands raised as if surrendering. I slowly turn on my back and face Xander for the first time after that long three days.
He looks so furious that I can imagine smoke coming out of his nose if he's a cartoon. I wanna let out a giggle but decided against it. I don't know how my mind works cause there is no reason for me to laugh.
"What's your problem, sir?" I asked emphasizing the word sir. This is the second time he's intruding here in our department disturbing my conversation with Leiline. The topic might not be good because it is about him. But still, I could end the conversation any time I want to. It is not part of his job interfering on the personal life of their employees.
His sharp eyes turned to me and it eventually softened. He took a step towards me not taking his sight off of mine. I tried to take a step back but he is just too fast that he already has a hold on my arm.
I tried my hardest to shook his hands off me but he just tighten his grip. "I don't like the idea of having someone else touching what is mine." He said never taking his eyes from mine and pulling me closer to him.
I'm still processing his words while trying to get away from him. What the heck is he talking about? Who is he to call me his? Wait. His? What the heck?!
"What the F are you talking about? I'm not yours!" I shouted at his face. I'm not a property. Especially not his.
"Yes, you are. You haven't accepted it yet but you are mine. Mine and only mine!"
(I made a little editing. Some noticeable typos and wrong grammars. Nothing big.)
