Sorry for ANY mistakes I made.

If the story doesn't make sense... life doesn't make sense so bleh.

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"*"

Mason Miller.

He was... everything.

It was weird how one simple human could still hold so much power. He wasn't just one simple human, though.

He was Mason Miller, CEO of Miller- I forgot the companies names. Either way, Mason Miller was powerful. With one simple look he could bury a person—alive. Rumor has it that his cold look did really bury someone alive.

Even though I admired Mason Miller from afar, I wasn't that dumb to believe he actually did or could do that.

Money did make a difference.

I've never seen the famous billionaire in person, but I did get to see him on TV.

What a blessing.

I remember staring at the gorgeous creature with wide eyes, mouth agape, his grey eyes staring daggers at anyone and anything. It weren't only his look that flared the fire in me-no-it was the way he talked, the way he moved, the way he flaunted that sexy smirk.

It was everything about him.

I remember how I couldn't help the instant boner I got, how excitement ran through me. I had never felt that type of way before for anyone.

Knowing I was gay, it made sense, but still—was it normal to feel this strong for anyone? I felt as if I could die from just staring at him, my heart collapsing because of that.

I think that day was how it started, maybe then I realized it...

He was My Everything.

"*'

Oneshot 2

My Everything

Liam

"Table two coming right up!"

I sighed, quickly taking the order from Johnny and bringing it to the right table. To be completely and frankly honest... I hated—loathed my job.

Everyone here was so rude! Even the customers. Months had gone by without a normal customer—someone who was nice.

I don't think nice is in anyone's vocabulary in this place.

"Can you get any slower, little dump? I pay you for something, don't I?! Good for nothing little fucking stupid shit." Johnny, the customer slash owner said. I'm surprised he could say that in one breath.

If anyone's wondering why I hadn't dumped this place—I couldn't. There were no suitable jobs for me in this area, forcing me not to quit.

Johnny knew that. He knew I was stuck. That's why he called me names, why he kept on insulting me. That's why I let him.

I didn't have a degree for college, I only graduated highschool. Since my parents never were there for me... it didn't hurt when they kicked me out at eighteen.

I was expecting it. I was expecting them to discard me.

It didn't matter, though. I was used to people treating me like that. That's why I didn't flinch when Johnny insulted or screamed at me.

I guess I attract that kind of people.

"Little shit, come here! Now!" Johnny yelled across the whole diner.

No one said anything, they all just kept eating. I wasn't surprised to see some people even laugh at me.

Anyone knows nice? Yeah, nice doesn't know you, too.

When I entered the kitchen, Johnny was waiting for me, chopping a few tomatoes. Although Johnny was a prick, his food was decent. That was the only reason he still got customers—oh-—other than the fact this was the only diner in the area. Oops, forget to mention that.

Johnny stopped chopping, dropping the sharp and large knife to turn to me. "Today is a really special day."

I stared at him.

"Are you not gonna ask me why it's a special day, you little peasant?" He spat, stepping closer to me, but still a good, safe, distance away.

"Why is it a special day?" I asked, my voice sounding the opposite of curious. So... not curious.

His eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything about my slightly sarcastic tone.

"We're finally getting investors!"

My mouth flew open a bit, gaping at him in disbelief. "Someone wants to invests money in this place? You sure you are not-"

"I'm pretty fucking sure, you little shit." He snarled, spit flying everywhere when he send the words out.

I didn't flinch at his tone or insult, but I got rather... intrigued. Which stupid fool would want to invest money in this place? Which person would even want to invest in this place?

Yes, the food was okay, but the whole diner smelled like shit and literally, looked like shit. If I was the investor—shit—I wouldn't even be an investor. I would be a runner because I would be running the freak away from here.

I guess not everyone is that smart.

"Who is it?" I asked, now actually curious.

Johnny smirked in smugness, basking in my interested gaze. "Wouldn't you like to know, you fucking disrespectful idiot."

I shrugged. "You don't have to tell me, then. I'm going back go work, I don't think Tanya can keep up."

I stared at the twenty year old girl. Being three years younger than I was, she hadn't been here as long as I was. Only for a few months. Tanya got, just like me, kicked out. Not because she was a nuisance and everyone hated her, it was because she got pregnant.

She was here to work for her baby and give her the best life she could, but damn... that woman couldn't hold a plate for atleast a minute.

If I didn't know how deserted this area was, I would wonder why Johnny hadn't fired her yet, being the stupid and angry guy he was.

"No, wait!" Johnny's voice cracked at the end, probably because he hadn't thought I would react this way and he would have to raise his voice.

I raised an eyebrow.

He cleared his throat, giving me a glare. "I'm going to explain it to you, whether you want it or not."

I furrowed my eyebrow. You were literally the one to—

"His name is Mason Miller."

My eyes snapped to his in a mere second, mouth back to gasping widely. "W-what?"

"You little fucking dumb shit! M.A.S.O.N GODDAMN FREAKING M.I.L.L.E.R! ARE YOU THAT DENSE?!"

Jesus Christ, you don't have to blow my eardrums out by yelling that hard.

"I... why?"

Johnny glared at me before storming away, out of the kitchen, leaving me alone and my question unanswered.

I breathed in, gulping loudly.

He could be here anytime, and knowing Johnny he's going to force me to do all the work, acting like he's like a father figure to me. Tanya's was soon ending, so she wouldn't even have to be here.

"Welcome, welcome!"

No, no, no!

I quickly walked to the door, opening it a little bit so I could watch what was happening.

I wasn't ready.

All the interviews I had watched, all the stalking on the internet and his social media... and I still wasn't ready.

His black hair laid perfectly but at the same time still messily on his head as he was clad in a black suit, the sexy muscle very visible underneath. Grey cold eyes scrutinized the whole diner, probably regretting his decision.

Those same beautiful eyes I dreamt over every single night.

Please don't
call me, please don't call me, please don't freaking call—

"Liam!'

—me.

"*"

I shuffled out of the kitchen with a
puffed chest, trying to act indifferent. I didn't want to embarrass myself so I had to act as if he didn't affect me at all.

While I was walking to them, someone stopped me.

"I'm heading out, baby Lia needs me!" Tanya said to me, hugging me.

I smiled and returned her hug, waving at her while she walked out of the door. She waved back, went in her car, and drove off.

"Liam, you little—!"

My eyes snapped to Johnny's, who was sneering at me. I watched how the sneer turned into a forced smile.

He cleared his throat, beckoning me. When I stood next to him, he pointed at me. "This is my son, Liam."

Grey eyes looked at me, making me feel intimidated. He had that effect, and this was the only time I didn't like it.

"Your... son?" His voice was smooth and it made every single hair of mine raise, shivering slightly.

There went my indifferent act.

"I thought you said you didn't have any children." His grey eyes narrowed and I couldn't help but get really excited.

"I—I never said that." Johnny licked his lips in confusion, staring at me with a glare as if I was the guilty one.

"Welp, let us not waste our precious time on this topic! We came here for a reason so let us start."

I hadn't noticed that a man was standing next to Mason Miller. He was quite handsome and if I wasn't completely entranced with the twenty five year old billionaire next to him, I would've probably drooled over him. Probably.

"Dorian Johnston." The man, Dorian said, putting his hand out to shake. "Mason's best friend."

"Mr. Johnston." Johnny nodded, shaking Mr Johnston's hand.

Then he turned to me, also putting his hand out. I smiled, about to take his hand when a rough hand interrupted the mission.

"Don't touch him."

My eyes widened at Mason Miller's words. Did he really just say that?

I frowned, but couldn't help the blush when I noticed he was still holding my hand. I quickly took my hand back, backing up.

"U—uhm I still need to serve some tables, and I think someone wants to order." I murmured sheepishly.

Johnny sneered at me, although he thought he was doing it secretly, I knew both of the men saw it.

Then, he smiled. "Bye, son."

I turned around, all the while feeling eyes on me, boring a hole in my back. Even when I was cleaning some tables or helping some customers out, I still felt those eyes on me.

It was suffocating.

It was suffocating to know he was here... watching me.

After an hour of serious working, we were close to closing the diner. Every single customer, except the billionaire and his friend, had left the diner. Another stupid day had finished, and I couldn't be happier. The happiness could only sink in when I was home, safe and alone. No Johnny, no rude customers, and no prying beautiful grey eyes. Just... me.

"Liam! Come say bye to these helpful people!" Johnny yelled.

I rolled my eyes at how he was totally kissing up. Helpful? Really?

I sighed, and quickly washed and dried the last plate. I didn't want Johnny to have a reason to let me stay behind. He did that once, and... no. A big no.

Pushing the door open, I moved to the three men who were all standing in the middle of the diner. My heart sped up when those grey eyes turned onto me, and for some reason they got a shade darker. His cold look got replaced by a smirk.

In one word : ravishing.

Mr. Johnston gave me a small smile, not even forced. "It was nice meeting you." This time he didn't try to give me a hand.

Mason Miller kept looking at me, a small smirk on his handsome face. "We'll meet again." 

He hadn't said anything to me directly. So it was totally understandable that I watched his friend and him walk out the diner with wide eyes and a 'O' shaped mouth.

I was seriously dead.

"You little fucking—

Okay no, sadly enough I'm still living.

Johnny came close to me, pointing his finger at me and pressing it in my head. Ouch.

"You. Ruined. Everything." He snarled at me, spit flying out of his mouth. Ugh.

"Are they still going to invest in this place?" I asked, an eyebrow raised.

Johnny narrowed his eyes but nodded.

"Then what did I ruin?"

Johnny looked at me before pushing me away. I almost fell because of that, but with the grace of a God, I righted myself back up.

"Bye, Johnny." Internally, I rolled my eyes, but when I didn't get an answer, I did it outwardly. He couldn't see me, so what.

I sighed, got in my rusty—almost dead car— and travelled home. The ride didn't last that long, but I was still relieved and happy to see my run down little happy place. I jogged to the door, opened it and neatly put my shoes by the door. Stepping inside the kitchen, I immediately began making me some food.

Nothing special, just some eggs.

And then the knock came.

My mouth was stuffed with eggs and bread. With large eyes, I looked at the door. I kept blinking at it, not knowing what to do. I never got any visitors.

Another knock came, and since I didn't own a doorbell, it was the only way for the person to get my attention.

The last knock brought me out of my trance, and I quickly stood up, taking the plate of eggs with me so I could keep eating.

First, I checked the windows, trying to see if I knew the person that stood outside. It was certainly not to judge anyone, but if it was Johnny I would turn back into a runner, and run the heck away.

Then I actually saw who was outside.

My fork clattered to the ground, my plate nearly joining the fallen silverware.

I hadn't even thought of the person who stood outside. Holy shit.

I'm definitely not running.

I put the plate and the fork, that I had picked up down, preparing myself for what was to come.

With shaky hands I opened the door.

"Liam." He breathed out, a smirk on his beautiful face, grey eyes cold but at the same time so warm.

"Mr. Miller."

With a raised eyebrow, he asked: "Can I come in?"

I nodded my head, rapidly, probably looking like a fool. I stepped to the left, letting him walk in my house. I closed the door, and walked him to my small but cosy living room.

"It's beautiful here." He stated.

I couldn't help but blush when he kept looking at me with a  stare that made me want to do things I wasn't supposed to.

How was I going to survive?

"*"

"So, uhm... Not to be rude, but why are you here?" I asked, finally breaking the tense and slightly uncomfortable silence.

The silence had been uncomfortable just because he kept staring at me like he wanted to devour—ravish me.

He looked utterly crazy.

If this would have been any other person, I would have pushed them to get  out of my house. But this wasn't just any other person. This was Mason freaking Miller. I couldn't ever dream of pushing him out of my house. This was a blessing, I had to take advantage of that.

In the end, he was still gonna leave, but I would take what I could.

Even it that meant... nothing.

He leaned forward, towards me.

I had one slightly big couch, so it was inevitable that he sat next to me. Not that I minded...

As he came closer, I couldn't help but notices this tiny but beautiful flecks in his eyes. I couldn't really decipher the color, but it was greenish.

"You know, for safety reasons, I always know when people search my pages up a lot." He said, his voice softer than what I would have expected, just becaus his face was in a cold mask.

"T—That's cool."

"Hm, it is, isn't it?" He murmured slowly, his voice deep as frick.

Shit, I think Junior me likes it a bit too much.

"You know what's also cool?" He asked.

I slowly shook my head, and when he tsked at me, I couldn't help but feel as if I was super stupid.

"My little angel... You think I wouldn't notice you, literally stalking me?" He asked, his finger brushing a few strands of my hair away.

I choked on air, my eyes widened. "I—It's not what it looks like?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You don't seem to sure, and I'm pretty sure it is what it looks like."

"Uhmm... What do you think it seems like, exactly?"

He smirked, and pulled me to him, putting me on his lap. "I think, you fell inlove with me."

I didn't protest to him pulling me on his lap, and I certainly didn't protest against his statement. How could I when it was so stupidly true?

"You're not gonna argue? Not gonna defend yourself?" He asked, clearly a bit shocked. I didn't miss the relief I saw in his beautiful eyes, though.

"I can't lie." I muttered, biting my lips.

Why wasn't I afraid? Oh yeah, probably because I was freaking terrified.

Of course, rejection was still possible, but why the fricking frick would he come to my house, just to get this whole statement of me? It didn't make sense.

Or maybe he was planning to completely humiliate and murder me. He would maybe even bury me! With his freaking eyes.

It still didn't make sense. Mason was a cold guy, but he was no sadist. Okay, maybe a little bit, but he didn't bully people. Although many people didn't see through his facade, Mason was actually really kindhearted. 

Deep, deep—deep down.

"Since you confessed, it's my turn." He nodded.

His cold face wasn't there anymore, instead his whole face looked thoughtful, his eyebrows  furrowed.

"Six months ago, I fell inlove."

My heart was officially crushed.

"Apparently, someone was checking my pages out regularly. The person even went as far as searching me up on the internet.  The thing is, per day people stalk me a lot, so it was nothing new, really." He explained.

"Then why did you fall inlove? And why are you telling me all this?" I asked, feeling kinda really sad.

"We're getting there." He shushed me. "My men always check what person visits my pages, it's a must."

Right.

"And then I saw him. My sweet little angel." He said, looking as if he was about to smile.

Didn't he call me his little angel? Someone, pinch me!

"With a mask and other stuff on, I visited him in the diner he worked, not once but multiple times. I found out  all things about him. What he liked and what he didn't, how he hated his boss and how he absolutely loved his colleague's baby. I found out he wasn't the stalker. I was."

I just stared at him, blinking in shock. I was flabbergasted. 

"Six months ago, I found out I fell inlove with a sweet little angel called Liam. My sweet little angel." He finished.

"I—" I shook my head, opening and re-opening my mouth.

As I struggled to embrace the fact he loved me too, a blank mask slipped back on his face.

"If you don't accept me, that's ok—"

I shushed him, my index finger on his mouth. "I already admitted to loving you, didn't I?"

He nodded, and removed my finger from his mouth, kissing it softly instead.

At the sign of affection, I couldn't help but blush a little.

"That's how you found out Johnny wasn't my father, hmm? Because even though Johnny is a liar, he didn't lie when he said he never told you." I concluded.

He smirked. "It didn't add up... He was just too mean."

I looked at him, mumbling a right. "So you weren't there the day Johnny yelled he was glad he wasn't my father? The day he literally threw my whole freaking life story under the bus?"

He bit his lip, tilting his head a bit. "Will you believe me when I say no?"

I shook my head and he sighed. "That's why I knew, and that's also the reason I acted like I wanted to invest in the place, but I actually wanted to destroy his whole life."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What did you do, Mason Miller?"

If he thought I was using his full name just to sound stern, I wasn't.  It felt weird to call him Mason directly—in my mind it was still kinda okay—and if I would call him Mr. Miller it would even be weirder. 

So, Mason Miller it is.

"So?"

Mason smirked, and it made me remember that even if he was acting all cute, he was still Mason Miller.  The cold and evil CEO of—shit I really need to stop forgetting the name of his company.

"He wanted someone to invest because the diner isn't really doing well. To be short ; he needs the money. So if I stop investing..." He trailed off.

"He'll beg you for more." I finished, knowing he was about to say that.

"And since I told every possible human being not to invest in his place..."

"He can only depend on you." I whispered, actually kinda surprised.

"Et voilà." He muttered, his arms tightening around me. "I'll fire him and give the position to you."

I stared at him as if he was stupid. "Mason Miller, I can't let you do that."

"And why not, my little angel?" His finger traced my face as I answered him.

"Although Johnny abused me verbally, he never touched me. You know, sometimes I even found his insults funny. To be honest, he isn't really that good at insulting people."  I admitted, shrugging when he glared at me.

"You're defending him and I don't like it, at all." He growled and squeezed my waist, making me yelp.

"But it's true! Literally his insults only contained : You little fucking shit, you stupid— blablabla." I couldn't help but laugh at the imitation.

Mason stared at me, his jaw clenched. He didn't seem to find this funny at all.

"You make it seem as if this is funny—it isn't. I'm firing him, end of the discussion."

I shrugged in defeat, not actually caring. "Meh, I tried."

"You did. Don't ever defend people like that again, ever." He ordered, making my Junior me twitch in excitement.

Mason couldn't feel it but he still looked down at my crotch, his gaze heated.

"Liam."

"Yes?" I asked in a small voice.

"Can I kiss you?" He looked as if he had trouble controlling himself, and when I felt something poking me, I was glad I wasn't the only one excited.

The moment I answered him positively was the moment he turned into a complete beast. There were many sides to Mason Miller, and I was so happy I could finally discover his hungry one.

"*"

"M—Mason!" I yelled out, in absolute pleasure.

"Hmm, finally calling me by my first name now?" He growled out, still pumping my sensitive flesh as cum leaked out of the slit.

I moaned, not having the strength to form any coherent words. Everything that came out were moans, oh yeah—and cum.

Remembering how he had carried me up to my small room and devoured me, almost made me cum again.

I had dreamed of this for so long...

"Do you want me to fuck you, my little angel? Hmm? Do you want to turn in a little demon for me? Do you want me to use your cute little ass with my cock?" He asked, whispering those dirty words in my ear.

I loved his dirty talk, but the only thing I could do right now, was moan. He knew that he had me by the balls.

I'm fucked.

(A/N: BOTH + PUN INTENDED MUAHAHAH)

"Answer me!" He growled, gripping my sensitive flesh even harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Please!" I begged, feeling as if I was about to cum for the fourth time.

"Answer me, my little angel, and I will fulfill all your dirty wishes." He whispered again, trailing the one hand he wasn't using to torture me, to trail to my ass.

Well, now it is.

"Y—yes! P—please fuck me! Use me!" I relented, finally.

He smirked and the preparing went on in a blur. He had sucked and licked my hole, going as far as putting four fingers in it to stretch me out for his cock. And now he was entering me.

Mason groaned softly. "Fuck, so tight."

"So big." I moaned, feeling as if I was about to pass out.

Pain entered my vision, but after a few minutes of adjusting, pleasure was the only thing I could feel.

He slammed in and out of me, slapping my ass now and then to emphasize how good it felt.

"My little angel, tell me, who do you belong to?" He gritted. I could feel him swelling up in my ass, he was about to cum.

I moaned, pushing back against him to get some friction because I was about to cum too. "Y—you."

"Hmm." He moaned, as he went slower and slower, just to yearn me.  "And what is my name?"

"M—Mason." I yelped when he slapped my ass, hard.

"Say it again."

"M—Mason."

"Again!" He ordered.

"Mason!" I yelled in ecstacy as I came onto his stomach and he came in me.

I felt his hot cum in me as he thrusted in and out for a few moments, then after we were both satisfied he pulled out, a string of his cum following his cock.

He looked at me, licking his lips. "Bathroom?"

I quickly nodded, following him.

After the whole bathroom scene with even more sex, Mason and I laid together in bed.

We still had a lot of growing to do, I mean—we didn't even go on a freaking date! And although everyone saw him as this cold guy with only a pretty face—he was way more than that. I hadn't know him for just a day—I had known him for three years, following his every move.

He didn't know what he was to me, what he meant to me.

"You know, I call you 'my little angel' but what will you call me?" Mason asked as I laid in his arm in a comfortable silence.

I turned around to see him, propping my head on his chest, his hand caressing my back.

"I do have something I call you in my mind." I muttered, blushing a bit when he looked intently at me.

He'll know what he actually means to me.

"Tell me, please."

I shook my head. "No, it's stupid..."

Mason pouted. "Just tell me! I won't laugh or anything! What do you call me in your mind?"

I looked at him, his beauty, his eyes, his black hair, just... him. He didn't know what he meant to me but I was about to tell him. No going back now.

I opened my mouth, staring in the eyes I loved and that belonged to the man I adored.

"My Everything."

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