"Okay, how was your interview?" Kevin asks as he takes a spoonful of his chocolate ice cream, shoving it into his mouth. He shuts his eyes, exhaling as he gets a brain-freeze. "Shit."

I roll my eyes at his silliness, but I find myself smiling.

Kevin took the day off today just to accompany to find a new job. I've been searching online, but nothing was coming up. I did find a few good jobs online, but they offer low so I had to decline those offers. Unfortunately, I'm left with having to do walk-ins so I can bargain. For goodness' sake, I was a former secretary of a CEO, so that should account for something.

My last day was last Friday, and Wyatt threw a tantrum about it. He said that I should have a 30-day rendering for the company. I actually submitted my resignation letter, noting that I'd only stay for a week. The idiot did not read my letter, and signed it immediately.

Wyatt did not talk to me for a day, but later on called me before the day ended, stating that "he couldn't stay mad at me and was waiting for me to come around but I didn't so he had to say sorry". Look at that asshole – the nerve to say those words to me.

Wyatt moved into my apartment four days ago. He said that from that day onwards, we'd share bills and stuff. He also brought a lot of stuff, mainly clothes and a few toys (not adult toys, though, just to clear that out) that he has been collecting since he came to New York. His precious collections are figurines from DC Comics, mostly villains.

"It went well, I guess." I tell Kevin, pushing my head back and letting out a big sight. "Or not, I don't know. When I was being asked what I could contribute to the company, I literally stopped saying anything for about 5 minutes. My mind just went... blank. And now, thinking about it, I know I fucked it up."

"Hey, no need to feel bad about it."

"And why is that?"

"Hmm," Kevin hums as shoves another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He lets out a breath before saying, "well, for one, a lot of people get anxious or nervous when they are being interviewed. "Do you know what I have realized?"

"What have you realized?"

"Despite how many times you ready yourself for something, you will never be 100% ready once you're in the scene, and that shit will eat you off if you don't fix yourself up immediately."

"Wise words, Kevin." I tease him, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Don't think much about it."

"I won't,"

"If they don't hire you, that's not the end of the world." Kevin stands up, stretching his arms out. He grunts before releasing a relieving sigh. "Maybe they haven't seen any potential traits that would be a big contribution to the company. But there's a lot of company out there that would see you as you."

Kevin looks at me, and gives me the biggest grin he could give. I smile back, feeling jittery all of a sudden. It's not because I like him or something, but sometimes, you have those friends that will make you feel very important. Happiness doesn't always come from your boyfriend or girlfriend, but most of the time, it comes from your most trusted friends.

I'm done with interviews for the day, but I've got a few interviews tomorrow. Unfortunately, Kevin wouldn't be able to accompany me. Melody and Matt are not available as well as they have to do their monthsary thing. But Melody does always send me messages about her adventures with Matt.

She also threw a despedida party before my last day on the company ended. She bought a cake and made coffee jelly while Matt brought spaghetti. I never knew a lot of people know in that company. All along, I thought I was being stealthy and hadn't been recognized. But it turned out I was actually pretty famous, especially back at my previous post before I got hired as Wyatt's secretary.

"Kevin," I call his name.

He stops walking and turns around to face me. "What?"

"I just want to say thank you." I clasp my hands as if I'm praying, and bows in front of him. "I'm forever in debt to you. Once I have a new job, let's go out. I'll treat you."

"Hmm, I don't want to wait."

"Kevin," I groan like a kid. "What do you want now?"

"Let me think for a sec." Kevin looks up, striking up a pose while running his fingers through his imaginary beard. Pretentious bitch. "Let me smash tonight."

I accidentally choke on my saliva, and look at him in horror. Kevin laughs out loud, clutching his stomach as he bends over. Several people look at our direction, and I bow my head down in shame. I glare at him while he catches his breath, calming himself down while giving me that fucking grin.

"You little piece of shit."

"Fine, fine. Treat me on your first salary." He snickers, shaking his head. I purse my lips, not wanting to laugh along with him. "Though smashing would have been better. But yeah, food would be great as well."

"I hope you get choked,"

"Or I can choke you while you call me daddy," he winks.

"If Wyatt hears you, I'd let him kill you." I tell him. "I'd also help him hide your body, you son of a bitch."

Kevin laughs again, but this time, I join him. We both laugh like we are the ones in the world; we don't care if people are looking at us oddly. Tears well up in my eyes, and it takes a few minutes before I completely recover. I playfully shove him, rolling my eyes as he grins back.

Later that night, Wyatt comes home very tired. It's his new secretary's first day today, so he had to train her. According to Wyatt, her CV is excellent, and that she can speak four languages – English, Italian, French, and Spanish. She also graduated as an honor student. Wyatt also told me, though accidentally, that she gets higher salary than me. Well, it did irritate me a few times, but well, we all know internal hire sucks.

Companies pay more to external hires than internal hires. I've been with a lot of companies who does that, and unfortunately, that's how businesses operate. But oh well, I don't have any grudge to Wyatt's company. I mean, he has to figure that out on his own.

Wyatt, still wearing his dark blue suit, comes barging into the living room. His shoulders are sagged down, as if he has been carrying the entire world on his back. He takes a seat beside me. You can clearly see how tired he is. He doesn't have much energy to keep himself awake. He rests his head on my shoulder, sighing in contentment as he shuts his eyes.

"How's your day?" he asks me, his voice wavering a bit from tiredness. "How was your interview? Did you get hired?"

I smile genuinely. Wyatt is actually a gem that has to be protected at all cost. Even though he's tired from working all day, he never forgets to ask how my day went. In fact, thinking about it now, I haven't even asked him at least once about his day. All I know is that he always comes home tired due to work.

"I don't know if I got the job. They said they'd contact me." Wyatt looks up, resting his chin on my shoulder, a small pout formed on his lips. I chuckle, leaning down and kissing him. "I don't really care if they hire me or not. Someone told me that it's okay."

"And who might that be?" he hums.

"Kevin."

"Kevin?" His eyes are suddenly open, and they are staring right at mine. I nearly laugh at his expression. "Like the Kevin who likes you?" I nod my head.

If we were in the cartoon world, his eyes would be flaring by now. There's so much intensity going on there, like he can't believe I was with Kevin. He was sleepy, then all of a sudden, he has this fierce look on his face, and you can clearly tell that he's mad jealous that Kevin was with me the whole time while I was getting interviewed.

Wyatt leans closer, looking deeply into my eyes that it sorts of creeps me out.

"Would you have it with him all the way if you weren't in a relationship?" I laugh, pushing him gently. I lean forward, running my fingers across his chest. I decide to tease him even just for a short time.

"I mean, Kevin is fine, so I might."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, why? I'd definitely smash with him."

His expression turns from confused to sour, scowling at me. Yes, he's definitely jealous. His jaw clenches as he looks away. He looks really pissed. I begin tapping his cheek, smiling widely.

"Are you jealous?"

Wyatt turns to look at me, looking angry. "Are you fucking kidding me? I was hoping you'd say no, but then you tell me that shit and it's so frustrating. Are you seriously going to fuck him because you're not in a relationship?"

"Wyatt, no. Of course not. I was just kidding."

His face softens, then all of a sudden, he leans forward and rests his forehead against mine. His hands encircle my waist. Wyatt pulls me closer, his breath fanning my face. My palms rest on his clothed chest, feeling the soft fabric of his suit against my skin. Wyatt leans in closer, closing the small gap between our lips.

At first, the kiss is gentle. His lips are so soft against mine, and he tastes just like the menthol candy he took earlier. The way our lips dance against each other feels euphoric. Slowly, his hands roam around my body while he kisses me. While he attempts to remove my clothing, and I'm pretty much aware of that, his lips distract me.

Wyatt begins kissing my neck as he successfully un-done the button of my pants while I'm left gasping for ear. His lips, like a cotton, graze the skin on my neck. I can feel Wyatt smiling against my skin as he ravishes my neck, planting butterfly kisses all the way down to the collarbone. His fingers, playing with the hem of my pants, begin to teasingly touch my abdomen. Wyatt sucks on my collarbone, while his hand is going all the way down to my most sensitive part.

"Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?" he whispers huskily on my ear.

Just from the sound of his voice is enough to convince me. I nod my head weakly; the warmth of his hand on my throbbing dick is suddenly gone. Wyatt carries me to the bedroom while he playfully brushes his nose against mine.

Once we're in the bedroom, he throws me on the bed, making me yelp. Wyatt slowly removes his suit while he stares at me with such intensity that I'm almost losing my sanity. Wyatt throws his suit somewhere around the room, and begins to crawl towards me on the bed.

"Let's also take this off of you," he whispers as he grins, referring to my clothes.

As Wyatt takes off my clothes, his lips never leave my body. His lips are so gentle, so warm, and so perfect against my skin. His fingertips hover over my stomach, making a brief contact, as his free fingers take off my pants. He looks up at me through his lashes as he teases my body with little touches. Once my clothes are thrown somewhere in the room, he crawls towards me again until his lips meet mine. I gladly accept the kiss. I've missed his lips, even though it was just a few minutes ago when his lips were on mine. Wyatt is making me crazy with his touch and kisses, and I feel overwhelmed with the emotion.

Here are us, pouring what we feel in this room, letting the other know that our feelings are being reciprocated. A tear slips my eyes, and Wyatt looks me at with so much emotion in his eyes that it feels like he's sending me to heaven. I shut my eyes, and feel his lips brush the tear away.

He keeps muttering how much he loves me, and how much I mean to him, but I can't even utter a single world. He lays on top of me as he showers my neck some kisses, and begins rocking on me that gets me so excited. Simultaneously we let out a moan as our bodies make friction, setting our bodies on fire as the passion begins to consume us. Wyatt gently rocks his lower part on me, and his ragged breath is a beautiful sound to listen to. He lifts himself up, his arms supporting his weight, placed on my sides as if he's caging me. He lifts his fingers up to his mouth, seductively licking it, and I watch the action with burning eyes. After that, Wyatt comes face to face with my naked groin, then in one swift movement, takes me into his mouth that makes me gasp out loud. He sucks me on, taking me deep into his mouth without even gagging, and I wonder at this point if he's had enough practice. He licks my shaft, plays the tip with his tongue, and massages my balls.

Wyatt smiles as he leans down, and begins kissing me again, as his licked fingers make its way into the most sensitive part of my body. I gasp as I feel his wet fingers massaging my entrance, his index finger circling it. As few minutes pass by, he slowly and gently inserts his index finger in me that leaves me breathless. The feeling is a bit uncomfortable, but nothing I can handle. He whispers in my ear, telling me to relax as he pushes his finger deeper in me.

Minutes fly by, and he's already lifting himself up. He licks his hand, then starts stroking himself in front of me. His chiseled body looks straight at me, and his eyes never leave mine. His free hand grabs my leg and places it on his shoulder. He positions himself and tells me again and again to relax, his voice husky.

As I feel the tip begin to penetrate its way into me, I hiss as I'm slowly being opened up. I suck up a breath, throwing my arms around his neck as he gets deeper in me. I let out a sharp yelp, my fingers digging into this skin of his back. Wyatt leans down and kisses my neck again, whispering uncoherent words to me.

I grab his shoulders to prevent him from moving further, letting myself adjust to his size. I take a few deep breaths, waiting for a few seconds before I grab his butt cheeks, and he starts moving.

We let out a moan as he goes deeper in me. The feeling is quite painful, but the more he hits that stuff in me, pleasure comes in. Wyatt picks up a pace, going in and out of me, and his voice becomes more ragged. As for me, I'm mewling underneath him, my fingers scratching his skin.

Both of us are covered in sweat and heat that consume us, trapping us in a wonderland – in a dream where I wish both of us won't wake up. Wyatt goes harder and deeper, and his hand begins stroking me while free hand is on my neck. I call out his name – very low, but you can clearly hear how much I need him. He tells me he's near, and so am I, but God, this feeling is so fucking good.

Then, after a few more pumps, he pulls out of me and shoots his essence out, spraying some on my abdomen, while mine shoots out on my chest. The lovemaking leaves us breathless, but the fire – the passion – is still there, burning us.

He falls gently on top of me, and his lips quirk into a small smile as he leans down to kiss me. The pain subsides as seconds pass by, but it still hurts, but this is one of the evidences that I can carry in my head – we did this, and it's not just some random sex; this is lovemaking. We made love.

Our first time will always be remembered.

"How was it, how are you?" he asks me as he looks at me through his lashes. He's still on top of me, but with the support of his arms, he weighs like a feather. "Are you okay, love?"

"I'm okay, don't worry." I assure him, kissing the tip of his nose. "It's painful down there, but nothing I can handle. I loved every second of it."

"I'm glad you did. I did, too." He chuckles, kissing me once again. "Loved every moment of it, and you were amazing. As always." He rolls to the side, letting out a contented sigh, and we both stare at the ceiling, our hands entangling. "It has been a long night. We should sleep. And I'm happy I get to sleep beside you."

I just smile lovingly at him, letting him know that it's okay, and that I will never get tired of being with him through that smile. I rest my head against his chest, and he wraps his arm around me, pulling me in closer. I listen to his heartbeat, which is a bit erratic. I shut my eyes, listening to the slow and heavy breathing he makes, calming me. Wyatt plants a kiss on my temple, and I let myself fall into the heavenly abyss with a smile on face.