As we give Kevin a tour around, showing him where things are located and introducing him to some of the people who have grown here and gotten close with, Melody can't keep her mouth shut about Matt. She keeps telling me about the date they've had and how awesome it was. Sometimes, Melody likes to say things like that just to tell how lonely I am. It's not like I need men in my life, but sometimes, I wonder if I'd ever settle with someone who loves me deeply as much as I do. I roll my eyes at her, basically ignoring how Matt was being so sweet and that he has a way with his words.

Believe me, I have gone to countless dates and while the men I went on a date with were cute and awesome, there wasn't really a connection between those I dated. No sparks, no chemistry, nothing. At times, I even blame myself for having a high standard and expectation but that thought fades as I watch men, who are really not my type and completely way out of my league, and consider them as a potential boyfriend, or husband. I can even see myself with them in the future, so that couldn't be it, right? I may have some expectation and preferences, but really all I want is someone that will cherish me. Sadly, I haven't found that person yet.

"So you're already taken, then?" Kevin asks as he takes a sip of his coffee. His mug has a colorful splash design and it says More coffee, less talk. I already peg him as that person who always drinks coffee as if it's his daily energy drink. But hey, there's nothing wrong with that. No shame. I always drink coffee and it's required for me to drink so. Unless I want to stay bored and get nothing done, then yeah, I should skip drinking coffee.

"Not really," she giggles as looks at me, winking. Kevin looks confused. "Well, Matt and I go on dates, treat each other more than friends... but we're not official yet."

Tugging a couple strands of her hair, she groans out loud and glares at me. "If you're really interested at him, answer him already. Don't keep making him wait or lead him on. One day you're going to regret not answering him quickly." I scold her and Melody just makes a face, crunching her nose up and exaggerating the expressions I make. "Yeah, don't listen to my advice, too. You're going to come crying on me one day, trust me."

After we give Kevin a tour, he goes back to the training department on the third floor and Melody and I head back to our respective stations. Melody seems to be overthinking. Her nose is still scrunched up in confusion, and her eyes are trained on the ceiling, which means that she's thinking real hard. My words probably got to her head and she's now processing it. A few seconds later, Matt is beside her and is asking her if they could go on break together, not even bothering to give me an invite. Oh, well. It's not like I do something productive on my breaks. I usually just sit around and scroll through my Instagram feed, and that's it.

My Outlook is opened and a minute later, a small notification appears on the the right down corner of my computer, indicating that I've received another email. I immediately open it up and read it. It's only an invitation to a party this Saturday. It's going to be held on the 5th floor and we shouldn't wear something rather too formal, but somewhere along casual and formal. They could have said semi-formal, but that's okay. I'm not judging. Apparently, they are going to introduce the new CEO who will take over the company, and I can't wait anymore. Technically, I would have to wait though, til' Saturday. Melody and I also haven't decided what gift we'll send to Mr. McKenzie.

"Why don't you just take the assistant position, Pierce?" Melody suddenly asks me. I spin my chair around to face her and she does the same thing. There's a confused expression on her face and Matt waits for my answer, too.

I just shrug, not really knowing why. "I guess I just don't feel it. I'm happy here. I really don't need another promotion, though."

"You do know that Mr. McKenzie will just keep pushing you to take the position, yeah?" She has a point. Mr. McKenzie gets along with everyone, and he makes sure we're comfortable with our environment and job. Sometimes, if there are issues, whether it be personal or business, he'd like to give a helping hand. The first week I spent after getting hired, I was really emotional becaus I was miles away from my parents and I was even put on a program to improve my scores - I knew I was being a burden but I couldn't help but feel sad and emotional, but he stepped up and talked to me and after that, I make sure to always greet and thank him whenever I see him. I nod my head at my best friend while Matt just looks at her with an awe-struck expression drawn across his face.

"I could always tell him no, though." Chuckling, I turn around to face my computer and there's a calendar invitation for Saturday. I purposely ignore the invitation and head on to working my reports.

"He'd be real sad." She says in a monotonous voice. On the screen of my computer, I can see her expression. She knows how much I look up at Mr. McKenzie, and she knows that I owe him a lot. Because he was the first one to believe in me when I thought I couldn't deal with this job and be away with my parents at the same time. Call me a big baby, but I love my parents to death.

Apparently, that is Melody's tricky way to make me accept the position that was offered to me. It's just a new position for me, right? So nothing should be changed. I can still hang out with them. I'll just be a bit busy since I'll handle all of that new CEO's schedules and arrange some things. That can't be too hard, yeah?

"Melody, I'm going to recommend you to him." I say in a serious tone. Both Matt and Melody turn their head to look at me and she throws a pencil that's sitting on her desk at me. She glares icily at me and that's when I burst out laughing, earning a few heads turning our way. Matt sighs in relief, putting a hand over his heart and he flips me off. "You know I was just kidding, right? Besides, I doubt he'd give you the position. You don't really give that assistant vibe." She sticks out her tongue at me.

Matt takes the pen Melody threw at me and puts it gently between the keyboard keys. Melody leans down and kisses a cheek hastily before opening Excel and focusing on her work. I see Matt blushing and his eyes meet mine. I roll my eyes at him and as I thought his face wouldn't get any redder, he flips me off.

"Whipped," I mouth to him and Matt kisses Melody on the cheek, stands up, and gets back to his station just a few bays (or rows of stations) away from ours.

As Saturday evening approaches, so does the night event of the company, Melody is wearing a maroon dress that displays her sexy curves and her long, soft arms, her bare back showing. There's a gold lace tied around her waist, in ribbon style, that shows how fit and sexy she is. The dress just ends above her knee, showing her flawless and glinting legs, and her dress shows minimal cleavage. Her hair is curled and well taken care of, and she smells of Bvlgari perfume that just lures people to scent her in. She's perfect in any way and angle, and I know that she purposely did overdress not for the event, but for a specific person. She's wearing a black heels, making her appear tall. Her lips are painted a light shade of pink, almost a nude, and it complements her face and look for tonight.

My piece of advice surely did get inside her head.

"How do I look?" she asks me as she gives herself a twirl, her hair flowing freely as she turns. She looks like a kid, and a model. She's really a sight to be viewed. No wonder Matt likes her really much and seriously, I can't ever see the two separating from each other. In my eyes, they are already a couple. If I were really a straight guy, I'd definitely choose her. But I'm glad she's my best friend.

"Ugly as always," I say, being a good friend I am. She throws a pillow at me and I let out a chuckle, letting her know that I'm joking as always. But verbal is going to be appreciated. Earlier, she was overthinking too much of what to wear. She wanted to impress Matt rather than the people in the event. "Beautiful."

She pouts and groans in annoyance, and I can see her rolling her eyes, but she opens her arms real wide and I happily hug her. Throughout my journey of being alone, she's been my best company and I couldn't be gladder and more grateful that she stuck with me, even back when we were teenagers and in school. She is the type of friend anyone has to have, and I'm glad I have her by my side.

Her eyes rake over me and I pose a bit, putting a hand on my hip and raising a brow at her. "You're a hottie, too." She compliments, grinning as an idea strikes her. "Maybe you'd meet your future boyfriend in this company event." I'm only wearing a light blue polo shirt, a brown and black tie, and a dark grey pants. All in all. My hair is just a bit brushed neatly. I have a few muscles to show since I work out regularly, but not lately. But hey, I'm still that gay man who loves Lady Gaga and Britney Spears.

I shake my head.

A boyfriend is not really needed at this moment, or at any moment at all. I may be viewed as lonely type of guy, and my nose may be still buried in my computer's monitor, but that doesn't mean I'm alone. Although, as I have said before, I think sometimes why I can't have someone to cherish and love. But maybe, it's not really my time yet.

"You have to," my best friend basically shouts as she points her index finger at me. "I mean, lots of guys will be there and who knows? Someone's eyes might catch you. After all, we don't get to meet a lot of people in the company."

"Not going to happen." Nope, not at all. Never.

"Are you serious?" My best friend says incredulously as she gives herself a 180 degree spin to face me, her eyes wide. "Really? This is your chance to meet someone."

"I'm pretty sure I almost met everyone in the office,"

"For work purposes," she grumbles and rolls her eyes. "I can't believe you."

Soon enough, Matt arrives with his brown Ford ranger car. He's quite rich, but for some reason, he chose to stay at the company with us. He said one time to us that he wasn't really interested with his family's business – an egg farm, and they earn quite a lot. They own loads of poultry farms, and he's quite proud of that, but he doesn't want to take over. He said he wanted to try things out there, in the real world, and let his younger brother to take over. His father's proud of him, though, as what he had mentioned to us.

Looking out through the window, I see Matt is a bit overdressed, too, as he's wearing a tuxedo, his hair well taken care of. He opens his palm and places it near his mouth and then blows his breath, smelling it. He's quite proud as I see the grin tug on his face. He rings the doorbell and I tell my best friend to hurry up as her boyfriend is here already, to which she didn't protest. She just blushes and quickly scrambles to get her things fixed up. Actually, she just throws her stuff on the bed and rushes downstairs with me. She makes her way towards the front door and opens the door for Matt.

"Hi," she says as she puts a strand of her hair behind her hair. She lowers her head down and I catch her giving his almost-man a once over. "Do I –"

"You're so beautiful," Matt says as he takes a step forward and grabs my best friend's hands. Melody blushes and locks eyes with Matt and for a moment, I thought they are going to kiss in front of me. I may have cut them off from doing that.

"Okay, I'll be the third wheel, and we're going to be late." I say, clapping my hands and laughing.

As I pass them by, I hear my best friend saying. "What a bitch,"

And I reply, "I know, sweetie."

We're not really late, I just wanted to be here early. I don't want to stay until later. Maybe Melody and Matt do, but I don't. Parties aren't really my thing, whether it's a corporal party or just a party, I don't care. The only reason why I'm here is because I know for sure that Mr. McKenzie wanted me here and he'd be disappointed if he didn't see me here.

The party isn't really in full swing, but everyone is invited. Some are having their cocktails already (as beer is not allowed) and the others are already feasting on foods in the buffet section. Meanwhile, there are two guests in the stage, hosting the event, and they are talking about some of the evening's event. They tell us that they have already met the CEO who will take over, and at a young age, he has already accomplished a lot of things. They also tell that he's not married yet, but has a girlfriend (and I swear almost every girl sighs in disappointment). I'm not really sure if that's appropriate, or if it's their business to tell us, but I don't give a damn. For me, Mr. McKenzie is still the best CEO the company has ever had. It's just sad that he's retiring already. I catch a sight of Melody and Matt already dancing, swaying back and forth gently as they talk. I just let them be. Maybe they are already sorting their feelings out.

As the night goes deeper, Mr. McKenzie decides to make an appearance and everyone cheers for him. They wave and clap happily at him. He has a grin on his face, a proud smile that can't be wiped off, as he takes the mic and makes a speech about being glad to have served the company well. He says that he's glad he was able to meet almost everyone's expectation, and that he made us all comfortable and open to him. As he's about to introduce us to the new CEO of a company, from having to drink water and some cocktails frequently, I feel the call of nature and I immediately turn to the restroom's direction. Melody sees me and I tell her I'm just going to take a piss, and she says she is, too. So we both head to the restroom.

When I get into the restroom, there's only one guy taking a piss, wearing a blue polo shirt as well but no tie, and after managing his business, he immediately heads out of the restroom and I scrunch up my face in disgust. I really don't understand guys who don't wash their hands after taking a piss. It's a routine for me to always wash my hand after peeing, and I always make sure my hands are well cleaned. That's why, sometimes, I'm having issues shaking other's hands because, yeah, they don't wash at all.

Once done, and after washing my hands, I get out of the bathroom and wait for my best friend. A few seconds later, she's beside me and we're making our way towards the center. Everyone is in a fuss, and they're already greeting someone who I assume is the new CEO of the company. It's sad that I missed his introduction, but hey, I needed to pee, what can I do?

Mr. McKenzie sees me and waves me over to come, and I do so with a smile on my face. I greet him like a friend, as what he had always instructed me to do – to never treat him like just a co-worker, and he's pleased. We talk for a while, before motioning someone. I can't really see his face due to the people swarming around him and I can see his brown hair that is as neat as mine. Hmmm.

I drop something on the floor, my wallet – sometimes I'm the careless, and bend down to pick it up immediately. Once I have it in my hand, I put it back inside my pocket and face head up and that's when I drop the wallet again. My eyes are wide – I'm staring at the face I know really well, who made my life back in high school basically a living hell, and the one who promised me one thing. And it dawns on me, he's quite succeeding. He seems as shocked as me to see me here, in this company, where I'm working and now... he's my boss.

I didn't realize Mr. McKenzie is speaking until he pats me on my shoulder.

"He's the one I'm recommending to be your assistant," he says to the new CEO and my high school enemy. "It's a sad that Julie had put in her resignation, but Pierce is the greatest choice to take over the position."

His words ring in my ears, remembering exactly what he said and the tone he used.

Listen here, fairy. Few years from now, I would be on top of the world and you would be just a dirt I could walk on every time I want. Expect that. And I'm telling a fact.

I just want to puke, to tell Mr. McKenzie I'm quitting now as I don't want to work for this douchebag standing in front of me, who has by the way recovered from a shock upon seeing me the first time since high school, a small sly smirk, like a cunning fox, tugging on his lips.

"Pierson Matthews, fancy meeting you here." He offers his hand and I just look at it, then back at his face again.

Wyatt has grown taller and more handsome. He now has a beard, but shaved, that compliments his strong jawline and face. His brown eyes have gotten darker than it used to before, and it quite suits him. He is what you would call a daddy type of guy, and honestly, if I hadn't known him at all, I would totally drool and admire how handsome and almost perfect he is. But I remember who he really is, and it sickens me. I just want to get out of here.

"You know him?" Mr. McKenzie asks, looking lost as he stares back and forth between me and Wyatt, who has his brow arched, but the sly smirk never leaves his lips. I just want to punch them gone.

"Oh very well," Wyatt asks as he gives me a once over, and I internally shrink. He's probably wondering why I'm here in Brooklyn. My same question to him. But I never ask anyway. "He went to the same high school as me, and we were the best of friends. In fact, I made a promise to him, which I know, at this point, I have achieved already." His eyes glint evilly and he really now looks like a direct descendant of Satan himself.

"Okay," Mr. McKenzie says as he pats Wyatt's shoulder. "I'll leave you guys for a moment. Seems like you need a moment. But as I told you, he's one of the best in the company, that's why I wanted to promote him as your new assistant. He has yet to accept, though."

Hearing the compliment from Mr. McKenzie should have lifted my spirit up and brought happiness to me, but no, the devil in front of me – as soon as Mr. McKenzie turns around and heads to the direction of the training team where Kevin is hanging out, his eyes focusing on me and there's a worried look on his face but I ignore it, has stopped smirking. His lips are now set in a thin line and the way he looks at me is creepy. There's no emotion on his face, and I wish my best friend is here already. If Mr. McKenzie hadn't called me, Melody would have been here by my side and Matt wouldn't have snatched her away, and now, I'm stuck here alone, dealing with this douchebag in front of me.

"I... think I need to go home?" I say, unsure as I scratch my neck awkwardly. "And by the way, I'm not accepting the position. Not anymore. Bye, see you when I see you." I hope not.

Still, there's no emotion in his face.

But as I turn around, his voice stops me from walking away. "It's nice to see you here," Wyatt says, his voice laced with no venom or such, but the way the words roll of his tongue is creepy. "But it would be nicer to see your downfall. After all, I'm your new boss and the new CEO of this company." Then that's when he smiles, stretching his cheekbones and for a moment, I see Satan himself.

But I dare stand my ground.

"You know what," I say, getting annoyed. It's already 21st century yet he can't still accept gays? Well, that's my theory anyway – the reason why he hates me. I think. "I should have said this a long time ago, but fuck you and your new position and your ancestors. I really don't know why you hate me that much, but you're the reincarnation of Satan himself."

I know it's a complete madness that I just cussed at my new boss, but I'm so pissed right now I want to drink and get drunk. I don't usually drink alcoholic stuff, only occasionally, but that today is an exception. I don't have a high tolerance when it comes to alcohol, that's why I'm going to invite Melody and Matt so when I get drunk, someone would take me home. I don't even care if I get fired because of my actions today towards the new CEO. If he won't fire me, then I'm willing to put in my resignation the next work day. But for now, I just have to drink and get drunk and be happy.

As expected, Wyatt just smirks, amused by my cursing as he knows I rarely cursed back in high school. That damn smirk. I really want to punch it away. It may ruin his pretty face, but I don't give a fucking damn.

"This is going to be interesting working here..." he says as he watches me turn my back on him and run away. "Be careful on your way out. I know fairies are clumsy." I hear his deep chuckle and I try my best to ignore him. He's my nightmare coming true. I hate the fact that he's the new person running this company, and I hate it even more that he's my new boss. But I shouldn't be scared. I shouldn't be. I'm doing my job properly, I put a lot of effort into it, so there's going to be no problem.

But I won't accept the new position.

Because if I do, then it's going to make it easier for him to crush me and, as what he said, see my downfall.

Author's Note: So here's the third chapter of the Brooklyn Nights, and I hope you like it. From now on, I'm going to update this story weekly - you might even get twice or thrice updates a week since I'm already done with The Reality of Nightmare and almost with The Human Mate, which means that in October, I'll be only focusing on this story. So that's a good news. 

Below is what I picture Pierce to be. His name is Cory Bower, and you can follow him on Instagram! He's such a hottie. Don't ask me why I know a lot of hot guys - because I will only gush and tell you a lot of things. So go drool on him!

You can follow me on Instagram and Twitter, which is JMSenar. 

Love lots,
Mike.