sued into submission 🌷 tracob

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It's when I scroll to a message sent from Pierce International that I stop immediately and stop myself from choking out in shock. No. No way. There's no way this is happening.

Pierce International: Job Offering.

This must be fake. As I click on the email from Bixenman Inc's rivalry, I find out that no, it is not fake. Pierce is trying to hire me now that I'm out of Bixenman's.

"Oh my god," I whisper.

Before I can look any further, I exit out and close the laptop, sliding it away from me. No. I'm not getting into that; I'm not getting into deep waters. I practically just dipped my toes in the water, I can't afford to just jump right in.

To a delightful surprise, Mr Bixenman appears from the kitchen with another platter like the one from this morning.

"One didn't suffice?" I ask playfully, trying to cover up and distract myself from any and all things Ben J Pierce.

He curves his lips up into a small smile, "No."

"It was just to mess with you. Though, if you want it you're welcome to keep it." He explains, nodding to the dildo cake on the other side of the table.

I shrug, "We'll see. Thank you... a lot, really. You didn't have to do any of this."

He shrugs back at me, "Eh, didn't have any plans today. Up, up. We're not eating here."

I give him a funny look, cautiously standing to my feet, "We aren't?"

"No." He shakes his head, leading me up the stairs.

I follow like a lost puppy in a house I've been in and around for years, and actually residing in for about a month. It's when we pass the upstairs lounge to the double sliding glass doors that I realise where we're going. The balcony.

Still holding the large platter, he moves it to one hand while using the other to open the door, standing to the side and gesturing for me to step forward. I bow my head the slightest, mostly by impulse, and slide past, finding the sweet surprise of his outdoor table set to perfection. He (or Margret) went all out; candles, rose petals- he even got the red wine.

"You-" I utter.

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up and sit down." He mutters, trying to cover up those twinkling eyes shining so greatly in the moonlight.

I do as told, sitting down on one side of the table for two as he sets down the dish in front of us and seats himself. He glances at me then lifts the cover, revealing the same cake as earlier except this one looks like it was definitely baked by Jacob Bixenman.

"Yeah, it's pretty shitty, but I actually tried." He looks down at the cake coated in chocolate frosting. With pink icing, the lettering of T-R-O-Y-E is pasted over top, the e melting off of the side of the cake.

I shake my head, "No, it's perfect."

He smiles down at me and nods, "Thank you."

I pick up a fork, looking between the cake and plate in front of me.

"Just dig in, no one's here to judge you." He whispers, picking up on my looks with the treat.

I can't help but smile right back at him quite bashfully, "There's you."

He scoffs, "Please."

He picks up his fork and dives it into a corner of the cake, picking it off and taking it in his mouth. I titter the slightest and nod, "Alright."

And so we pick and eat at the not-so-awful and cute cake he baked from scratch, making eyes at each other and grinning like idiots for no reason. Everything feels okay, even though it may not be, it does with him.

"You kissed me," I pipe up a bit later as we lean back in our chairs and stare up at the sky of stars.

He breathes in sharply and looks down to the edge of the balcony, "I did."

I turn to him, watching the seemingly emotionless man show just what he tries so hard to cover up. 

"And you didn't do anything." He adds in a quiet tone. 

I can't help the pang of guilt that hits my chest so subtly, making my smile falter the slightest. 

"I understand if you're just using me for a place to stay, to get back at me or whatever. It's just-"

"Shut up," I whisper, brows furrowed together. 

He looks over, "Excuse me?"

I shake my head, "Shut up."

I lean over and pull him closer by the collar of his button up, crashing my lips against his so smoothly. His hand jumps to the back of my neck so swiftly, holding me in place as he responds with just as much desperation. With just as much emotion. 

He pushes the cake and dishes out of our way, resulting in a few falling to the floor and shattering though we couldn't be bothered to check. I tug on his shirt for him to come closer, making him pull me over the table and onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and part my lips, whimpering and setting my legs on either sides of him. He parts his lips but moves a hand to cup my cheek, pulling away and making me open my eyes I subconsciously let fall shut.

"Do you mean it?" He asks.

I tilt my head to the side in confusion, almost like a puppy.

"Mean it?" I inquire.

"This." He whispers, leaning forward and brushing his lips against mine.

"Do you mean it?" He utters so quietly.

I look up at him though he's looking down at me sat on his lap.

"Yes. Of course I mean it."

"Then shut up and kiss me again."

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a/n: (shut up kiss me hold me tight)