Author's Note: Okay guys, Chapter 10 is out and I hope you all like it. I'm taking it slow - I'm taking everything slow because I really want this book to be like a novel. My goal is to reach 100,000 words or more than. So from now, I'm going to start putting word counts per chapter I publish so I can track it easier. I'm always lazy to open the Word and let it count for me. I'm also going to check the previous chapters and put an add it on the author's note section, maybe after I publish the next chapter? I'm writing it today.

Oh yeah, I'm only writing the Author's Note today - 11/15/2018 at exactly 8:05 in the morning - when I published the chapter on November 2. I know, right? Sucks to be me! But hey, I'm going to tell you why I've been out for two weeks! So for now, just enjoy this chapter! :p

Word count: 3,304

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Chapter 10

Two weeks have passed and Wyatt hasn't come to me yet, so that's a good thing. After the day we kissed, and after walking for hours clearing my head, I decided to follow a strict rule about the boss-employee relationship. The next day after that, I went to work and Wyatt was surprised to see me there. I only uttered a few things with him, gave him his schedule, and since he has Skype too, I just mostly messaged him there about what he needed to know about additional meetings he had for the week and the upcoming meetings he may have for this week.

I made a few notes in my head: a) to limit my interaction with him; b) be as far as possible away from him; c) don't get my hopes up; and d) I have to get rid of my unusual feelings for him. Because let's be honest here, it wouldn't lead me to good things. It will just bring catastrophe; one that I'm not prepared to deal with.

Wyatt gets out of his room as I just got off a call from one of his clients wanting to talk to him today. I manage to pull his schedule up and since he would like to cancel one today due to a misunderstanding regarding the intentions, I'm able to squeeze it in his schedule. I'm rapidly typing on the keyboard when he taps my desk and I look up at him but avoiding his eyes. I set my gaze on his chest. Just breathe... Don't look at his lips, don't look in his eyes, just remain calm.

"Can you call Mr. Sanchez and tell him we can proceed with the meeting as early as now or in thirty minutes?" His voice, for some reason, is calm. It makes my erratic beating heart calm down. I nod my head at him and silence falls upon us. I wait for him to say something, but he just turns on his heels and goes back into his room.

Dialing a number on the phone laid out on my desk, it rings several times before a woman with a soothing voice picks up. I introduce myself and explain to her that Mr. Sanchez can be in a meeting with Wyatt (referred as Mr. Wyatt by me, as I don't want to come off as personally closed with him) within thirty minutes. The woman agrees and puts me on hold for a couple of seconds before she goes back and says that they're on their way. I pull up Wyatt's name on his Skype and message him, keeping it simple.

They said they're on their way.

Thanks... is his only reply.

For some reason, I want to ask him about how he's going. My fingers are itching to type it, to send the message to him, but I will myself not to do that. Being close to Wyatt is dangerous. Even though he's not doing anything – just being his usual self, he affects me.

The dinner last Saturday never happened. Kevin and I didn't hang out. I was just alone in my unit, still thinking things while the image of Wyatt kissing me flooding me. It made my heart race, and I was really scared. I shut my phone off, not wanting to engage myself with anything. I didn't even call my parents, but I just sent them a quick text message that I was okay and doing good.

Melody wanted me to tell her about the stuff I'm going through alone. She knows there's something up with me, but I dare not tell her anything. I can't have her advise, knowing that she's going to be right. I need to recollect my feelings and sort things out on my own. This is something I should do alone.

"You gotta tell me, Pierce!" She yelled at me while throwing me a murderous look and I just rolled my eyes at her. "I'm your best friend and we tell each other everything!"

"Do you tell me about your sex life with Matt?" I retorted and she pursed her lips, her cheeks tinting. "Because we been knew you been fucking him, sis." I pretended to sip tea and pretended that it was bitter. Sips tea and it's unsweet.

"Does it have something to do with Wyatt?" she asked as she ignored my comment. "Because we been knew you been wanting to fuck him, sis." It was my turn to give her a death glare. "Seriously, does it have to do with him? Because I'm ready to haul and kick his big, roundly butt for you."

"So you admit he has a big booty,"

"Meh, I've always admired his butt." My best friend admitted. She touched my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. I leaned into her touch and smiled at myself, knowing that whatever happens, my best friend has my back. "If he's bothering you, I can just deal with him. God knows how many times I wish to punch him in the face."

"You've always wished to punch him in the face?"

"Yes," she chuckled and that's where our conversation ended as Matt rang her phone up and Melody had to answer it. Matt is always taking her on a date and I'm so glad they are happy with each other. If Matt decides to hurt her, I swear to God I'll fucking put him in a coma. "I gotta go. Text me or call me later. Good night, beshie!" She kissed my cheek and left out of my unit before making her way out of my unit rather excitedly.

Getting back in the present type, for a few seconds, I see something that catches my eye: Ajax Wyatt is typing a message... but then it disappears. I wait for a minute and he never sends the message. I sigh, deciding to lock my computer. I need to take a break or else Wyatt will be the death of me. This is getting me nowhere. I need to be away from him – as far as possible. I send him a message that I'll just take a break for a couple minutes, and then decide that I should meet up with my friends for a few minutes.

When I get there, Melody is flirting with her boyfriend while Kevin is eating a bagel. He sees me first and waves to me and I wave back. Though the bay is only for two people, Kevin was able to convince his supervisor to move his desk here beside what used to be mine. But Matt took over it.

"Are you busy?" I ask Kevin and Melody looks from her boyfriend to me. Kevin shakes his head and locks his computer.

"Not really," he responds as he takes another bite of his bagel. I'm assuming that's his favorite thing to eat in the morning. He dusts off the crumbs of his bagel on his leg before standing up and stretching. "Oh yeah, I did the laundry. I brought your clothes you lent me."

"Hey Pierce, wanna hear a secret?" Melody asks as she stands up and flicks her hair, smiling widely. I arch a brow at her. "You a bitch." I'm pretty sure that's one of the Chihuahua memes she saw on the internet today. Matt greets me with a nod as he begins typing on his computer while Melody hangs her arm around my shoulders. "We need to catch up soon. You've been busy."

"Says the girl who can't keep her hands off herself while she's with her boyfriend," I retort and Matt places the coffee back on the table, not wanting to take a sip. I smirk, knowing that their sex life has been pretty active. Melody slaps my shoulder and I feign hurt, putting a hand on my chest as I stare at her with wide eyes. "But yeah, I agree. We need to catch up. I've missed you as much as you've missed me. Don't you dare deny it."

"This weekend?" she confirms and I nod my head. I've already confirmed with Wyatt that I have plans this weekend that cannot be cancelled but to be honest, I just made that up because I don't want him dragging me anywhere with him with his dinners with the potential clients and whatnots. Fortunately, he agreed and that he really doesn't need me this weekend so I'm free whatever I need to do on Saturday or Sunday without him bugging me. But if he does have a plan on weekends, he can bring his girlfriend instead because she's a natural charmer and a talker. "Date locked." She throws me a smirk.

"Can we join?" Kevin asks as he takes a huge bite of his bagel, some of the crumbs getting stuck on the left corner of his lips and I roll my eyes at how childish he eats. Melody nods her head, telling her boyfriend that he can come too with us.

After a couple of minutes of talking to them, talking about the weekend plan, I decide to come back since it probably seems like I'm taking a long break and I don't want Wyatt to say something about it and complain. I tell them that I'd see them later and they all nod their heads at me before I go back to my station. Fortunately, when I get there, Wyatt seems busy to not pay attention that I've been gone for more than fifteen minutes. Nothing much is happening today. I was able to organize Wyatt's schedule for next week and all of his meetings for next week are confirmed final. Also, Wyatt is not ordering me to do things so today is progressing slowly. I wish the day would just end already so I can get home, go to bed, and snuggle my pillows until I fall asleep. That sounds like a great idea, right? But I know that when I get home, I'll be over thinking things again because, I'm being honest, that Wyatt is starting to grow on me. His face, his lips, his eyes, his smiles – they are all inside my head.

When I try to push the thoughts away, they just go back like it's been implanted in my brain to remember. It's making me exhausted. He's growing on me, and the worse part, I can't help it. I can't control it. I know I've been crushing hard, but there has to be a way to stop this; to stop this feeling I have for him. Because let's all admit it, this is not going to end well for me. So as soon as possible, I need to get rid of these feelings I have for him. I may need to have Melody's help. She has always wanted me to go on dates, and if I ask her, she may have the right guy for me. Melody knows a lot of guys who are openly gay and never complicate things.

I really need distractions.

A distraction enough for me to not deal with Wyatt and who knows, I may even like the guy Melody will pair me up with. Without wasting more time, I unlock my computer by putting in my PC credential and open the Skype quickly, searching Melody's name that's been added as one of my favorite contacts.

[‎09/‎3/‎2018 11:12 AM] Pierson Matthews:
Hey. I need your help. I know you know a lot of guys who would like to go on random dates. Could you set up one for me?

[‎09/‎3/‎2018 11:14 AM] Melody Maynard:
What are you planning, Pierce?

[‎09/‎3/‎2018 11:15 AM] Pierson Matthews:
Because I want to go on a date. I want to try. I mean, I've realized that I've been alone and never had much experience with guys, and I guess I want to change that.

[‎09/‎3/‎2018 11:17 AM] Melody Maynard:
Damn. Did someone knock a sense on you? Because I remember I used to set up dates for you when we were just starting working here in this company, but you never really took it seriously. But I can help! I know someone and I have this feeling that you're going to like him.

[‎09/‎3/‎2018 11:18 AM] Pierson Matthews:
You're really the best! Thank you so much. Let's talk about this when we get out this weekend. Love you!

[‎09/‎3/‎2018 11:18 AM] Melody Maynard:
Love you, too, hun. Okay, I gotta work now. Deadline for this report is near. Gotta finish it! You know how working on WBR sucks.

[‎09/‎3/‎2018 11:19 AM] Pierson Matthews:
I know how it feels. I used to do that with you, remember? I'll talk to you later!

From there, Melody's available status changes to busy and I let out a smile. Maybe this is the chance I'm looking for. Maybe I just need to take extra but careful steps towards happiness. Maybe I just need the right person to distract me from Wyatt. With my best friend's help, I'll be able to get rid of these feelings for Wyatt in no time and I'd be the happiest man alive.

Though the day is passing by slowly, since I'm done with the work stuff, I mostly spend my time on painting shapes and doodling on computer paint. After I get bored with that, I head to Google to play the free game they have. Wyatt never really bothers me. He's been inside his office and never gets out.

Maybe Mr. Sanchez has arrived already and they're talking now in his office.

By two in the afternoon, the delivery guy for Burger King has arrived carrying the Whoppers that I've ordered and an orange juice (since I'm not really used to drinking cokes or other sodas). I have never bothered Wyatt considering that his Skype's status is set In a meeting. Though I've contemplated a few times whether I should order a food for him or not, in the end, I decided that I should. He hasn't gotten out of his room since this morning, and the last conversation I had with him is in the morning and that's about the meeting he will have with Mr. Sanchez. I have ordered two Whoppers for him since I know how must be tired and exhausted he is. Wyatt comes out of the room, seeing the delivery guy and eyeing me, before he walks back in his office. I purse my lips as I see his retreating figure and the door closes. Even the delivery guy is confused to see him, but he did nod his head at him as an acknowledgement.

Though I have this thought inside my head that I should not care about him whether he's eating in time or not, I figure that anyone who has a good heart will do the same thing. So I push the thought away and think of how I will approach him and give him the foods that I've bought for him and not be awkward about it when I give these to him. He may not be used to this type of food, but I'm not really sure how to ask him so I just assumed. Plus, it's not one but two Whoppers! Who doesn't like Burger King Whoppers?

By four o'clock, Wyatt's door opens and reveals a man in his early forties in an expensive suit. The cuffs of the sleeves are neatly tucked. His hair is turning grey, and there's a spot in his head where hair no longer sprouts. I hear Wyatt's voice telling the man how thankful he is, and they both shake hands. Mr. Sanchez smiles at him and turns on his heels. When his eyes meet mine, I immediately send him a smile which he returns back and walks away. As soon as I remember the burgers I've bought for him, I immediately turn to Wyatt but then he has already closed his office door. I let out a sigh.

When six o'clock hits, his burgers haven't been touched. I contemplate knocking on his door but decide against it. He usually doesn't want to be disturbed. His Skype status is now set as busy, and I wonder what he could be working on at this time. I've been inside Wyatt's office and I've never seen a refrigerator there, so I know that he hasn't eaten yet. Letting out an exasperated sigh, I decide to pull up his name on Skype and message him.

[‎09/‎3/‎2018 6:07 PM] Pierson Matthews:
Good evening, sir. I'm about to go home...

For a split second, I see his name popping up and that he's currently typing a message. I wait for a complete two minutes, every second I get anxious for his reply, before I receive his message and I purse my lips. It's just a single word and I feel so disappointed.

[‎09/‎3/‎2018 6:09 PM] Ajax Wyatt:
Okay.

I'm not really sure what I was expecting, but his response is not going to be improved. Maybe Wyatt is trying to stay away from me as much as possible and as far as possible. I type: I've bought you two Whoppers because I know you haven't eaten yet. I don't really know what you like, so I just ordered these. I take a look at my message before groaning and removing what I just typed.

There's a faint noise, a woman's voice, echoing and as it get nears, I try to take a better view of her. A flicker of recognition sparks in my eyes as Mia's figure starts to appear clearer. I attach a sticky note on Wyatt's burgers, telling him that it's his and that he should warm it up. I'll just leave it on the table and move the table in front of his door so he'd notice it when he decides to leave the comfort of his office.

Mia waves her hand at me in a graceful manner before breaking into a smile as she lets out a squeal and runs gracefully towards me. The tip of her blonde hair is curled, spiraling down her shoulders. Her lips are painted nude pink, just like the time she was when we were Mr. McKenzie, and her pale blue eyes shine as she sees me. She's wearing a cream-colored coat that has a tie knotted around her waist, outlining her Coca-cola body. Inside it, she's wearing a black polo tucked in her jeans. The hems of her jeans are tucked neatly inside her furry brown boots. Once I'm within her reach, I stand up and she wraps her arms around me, giving me a kiss on the cheek and I blush at her action. No wonder Wyatt is with her. She seems really, really nice. Mia greets me and talks to me for a few minutes before I notice the small paper bag in her hand. It has a Denny's logo on it and my eyes flicker to the Whoppers that I've ordered for Wyatt. I know what she brought is for Wyatt. Of course, she would bring food for him. She's his girlfriend after all. After a couple minutes of talking with her, Mia bids me good night and heads inside Wyatt's office without knocking. I eye the Whoppers on my table and think that maybe, it's a bad idea to buy him food. Of course he has a girlfriend that will buy him that and spoil him with other stuff.

Without clearly thinking, I throw the Whoppers in the small trash bin beside my desk. The utility just cleaned it up and provided a new clean, clear plastic and it hasn't been touched yet with any other dirt or trash. But it's a sad thing that the burgers that I've ordered for him just went to waste.

I'm not doing it again.