Climax

Midnight call - 2

Dananjay Reddy

Pants.

Fucking pants. I blamed it on those fucking pants. I had kept my shit together for four fucking years and lost it all because of those fucking pants.

Signing him up for that cross fit training was my mistake. As if he wasn't already killing me with his looks, I convinced him to go to the gym. Now see where it had left me.

Drunken sex talk.

With my boss.

With the fucking CEO.

With my secret one true love. One sided love. Let's not forget that bit of information.

I'm gonna burn those pants and order him loose fitting suits.

Yeah Dan, let's do that, if he doesn't fire you first.

I growled, pulling the pillow over my head.

That fucking Anderson and Co guys. They got second place next to pants in my 'To Blame for my Humiliation' list.

Will almost turned white when that asshole Mike Anderson made a production about turnover numbers. Will prided himself for his success. He didn't get it by simply sitting on a rolling chair and growling at his subordinates. It was his hard work on the ground level that resulted in his roaring success. Instead of getting recognition for what he had done, that asshole increased the goal.

I wanted to scoop up Will and protect him. All because fucking Anderson. He flipped on my protective side by hurting Will.

Fuck him and his company.

Of course Will caught me on my anonymous sex talk act. He was smart, he had the mind to solve puzzles. I should have kept quiet and cut the call once he was done, when things were still going as per my plan. Why the fuck I was having a pillow talk? Telling him the reason behind my call?

As if we were lovers.

Now I'm gonna lose my job.

My mamma would be ecstatic, if it happened. "Come home, it's time you settled." She would say.

In her world, settling was marrying a girl of her choice and buying a two bedroom flat in one of the metro cities and visiting her every other weekend.

I had been using my job as an excuse, the salary as a bait to keep her off my back. I didn't earn much by United States of America standards, but when it got converted to my mamma's currency, it was a huge six digit salary.

Now my excuse is gone.

No way I could send home money, when I get fired. There was no chance I'd get any other job. I didn't want to.

What was the point of living in Atlanta, if I didn't get to see Will daily?

Maybe Dan, that's the point.

Forget Will and start a new life in some other state. This wasn't the first time this thought crossed my mind. Everytime Will drooled over a good looking guy, I thought the same.

Start a new life, do something related to the degree I got, get away from Will. He was never going to see me the way I want him to. Even by some miracle if he did, he would never act on it. He would never come out of his closet.

All it took to break this resolve was one look at him, when he was alone in his office, when he looked out his window without actually looking at anything. As if he wanted to be somewhere else. As if he was already far away. And I thought about how he had no one he could rely on. How he was all alone, always. No real friends, no caring family members. And I'd decide to stay, be supportive. It was probably not good for me to imagine that he needed me. But it was the love I had for him that blinded me, that kept me close to him.

Maybe I should stop doing this cycle of trying to get away and trying to get close. This was the perfect chance to get away and find some real happiness.

Real happiness...

Was last night real happiness? Having him moan for me?

Would he have been that into it, if I was next to him?

Not a fucking chance. I'm not his type. I never was. He liked tall men with broad shoulders and perfect chins. I could easily pick up on his gaze, when he checked out a guy. He never checked out anyone shorter than him with a beer gut and rounded chin and non white skin.

I flicked my tears and looked at the clock.

Seven o'clock.

Should I wait to get fired or give in my resignation?

My phone went off.

Panicking, I looked at the screen. Susan.

My assistant. Yeah, I had an assistant, because Will needed too much to be done in less time. He was a tough boss to work for. He knew it and made sure that we weren't overloaded.

"Hey Dan. What happened? Why aren't you in yet? Sick? Should I call the doctor's office?" She shot off questions like a loose cannon the second I picked up.

"Got wasted last night. Can you take care? He has a two o'clock in Meridian. Other than that he'd be in office."

"Dann... he would eat me for breakfast and save some for snacks. I can't. Don't you remember what happened last time?" Susan shuddered.

I sighed. "You were new. You didn't know what you know now. Don't interrupt while he talks. You'll do alright. How are you gonna get promoted if you keep hiding behind me?"

"Fine. Stay close to your phone. Sleep now." She sighed.

I threw the phone across the room. It thudded somewhere close to the bathroom. Satisfied I pulled the blankets up and curled in.

Today would be a test to see if I can go a day without thinking about Will or work. The only way I can pass that test is by taking a nap.

Ding. Ding.

I rolled away, shutting the sound by clutching the pillow closer.

Ding...ding...ding...ding...ding...

I groaned and sat up. Who the fuck?

It's four o'clock. Wow. That's one long nap.

Ding...ding...

I padded to the door and stopped at the last moment before opening the door.

What if?

I slowly peeped through the lens.

My heart did a somersault.

Fuck.

Will stood there in all his suited glory.

**** End of Chapter Two ****