CHASE ME

THE PLAYROOM

CHAPTER 3

Anders Anderson☝️

"Fuck."I let out a groan when the alarm clock suddenly rings its life. The bright sunlight hit my eyes, making me roll on the other side before I hit the ground. Luckily, it has a mat. I forced my ass to stand with my hands brushing my hair back and walked towards the bathroom. I look at my reflection on the mirror to see I'm f*****g bare naked. Who cares anyway, it's my house. My rules. I can do whatever I want to. There's a reason they called me dominant.

Turning on the shower, I immediately hop on, making the warm water touch my glory. I swiftly rinse the bubbles and my shampoo as my left hand grabs my leaking erection. The heat started to travel through my veins as my breath started ragging as I continued to pump my shaft. Rounds of pumping, I let out a moan when I reached my peak that seemed to coat the wall, I started to rinse off my body. I turn it off once I finish and walk towards the sink and finish my morning routine as I walk back to my closet.

I put on some lotion and deodorant as I look at my suit. Pulling up my boxers, followed by my black pants. Buckling my belt, I shrugged my suit and immediately walked towards the nightstand and picked up my tie. I heaved a sigh and immediately walked downstairs to see my CPO. We ate breakfast and talked about work and the clubs.

After we finished our breakfast, we made our way to the SUV. The sun is f*****g my eyes, making me groan at the sting. I swiftly hop inside and check some emails. I narrowed my eyes when my phone rang and picked up. I can hear his breath hitching, making me furrow my brows.

"Mr. Anderson, we have a problem." Russell, my secretary said.

"Can you just tell me that s**t later? I'm on my way." I said and immediately shut it down. It's so f*****g early and I don't want any problem.

Few minutes of checking emails, we arrived at the building and immediately hopped on the private elevator to avoid some paparazzi. They're sick. So early in the morning and they're itching to death just to ask shits. They need to get a f*****g life before I shove my c**k to their annoying mouth. I looked at Sean and noticed him, nibbling, he seemed uncomfortable. I sighed and decided to shrug it. like I said, it's so f*****g early to think about shits.

We made it straight to my office and I was welcomed by my secretary who seemed to be troubled. I immediately sit down and move my hands for him to talk. I stare at the cream white wall and hear him talk. I'm pretty sure I'm not late, the clock tells it all.

"The shareholders are starting to notice the changes. They are demanding for updates. Mr. Anderson, we badly need to submit a good manuscript." He stated nervously, making me grit my teeth.

"Those fuckers are testing my patience. Call the head oh shareholders and bring him here." I grit, he nodded and proceeded to walk. I pressed my back to my seat and started to think of a way to calm myself, or else, someone will lose a job. I owned the biggest publishing company and there's no way I will let them do something stupid. Not a minute, he's back with the old man, making me clench my jaw.

"Good morning, Mr. Anderson. You called me for what?" The fucker asked with a smirk on his face. Still having guts to smirk at me.

"Quit messing with me. You're at my office, watch your wrinkled face." I smirked and he turned pale. "I will tell you what I want and you listen... Wait for my brother to finish the manuscript and I will shove it to your faces. Now, GET OUT!" I snarled, making them flinch as I let out a chuckle. He bowed and immediately scooted out.

I sighed and called my secretary. "Russell, I want you to get me the description of the new novel. Do it now." I ordered and he nodded. I turned my body to look at the large window, up to the bright sky. Those fuckers are stressing my brother. He's just a kid and they're forcing him to make a manuscript? A f*****g manuscript! I know he has a talent and passion for writing, but he needs to focus on his study. Although he doesn't need it, he needs to interact with kids. It feels like I'm forcing him to make money when in the first place, he should be playing with toys and not competing with writers. I felt my phone vibrate and I picked it up and smiled when I saw the caller.

"Hey, Gippy! How's your day?" I asked cheerfully through the phone, making him chuckle.

"It's great, Anders! Can we play tonight?" My little brother asked with a tone of excitement.

"Of course, little guy. Just wait there until six o'clock, okay? I'll fetch you." I said and I heard him shout a 'yes', making me snicker.

"Okay, Anders! Love you! Bye!" He said and I muttered to him 'I love you too' before hanging up. I sighed and turned my back to face my desk. f*****g work. I f*****g hate work.

I check my laptop to see the shits popping up on the screen. It's a never-ending bundle of emails. I groaned at the thought of where to start. Okay, just start with special appointments. I sighed and started to answer emails, with some nearing to end companies and shitty companies. All they can do is steal and steal money. Fuckers, they don't know I'm the owner of the largest company and there's no way I won't know their dirty moves. They even dare to steal books. So pathetic creatures.

Hours pass and I'm still here, staring at the large sky window as I look at the sun that's almost gone. I'm sure not long it will be replaced by the moon. My eyes averted its look on the dark oak door near the painted walls as a smirk made its way to my lips. I stood up and walked to it and immediately pressed the code. It slides and my game room appears. I walk my feet inside and start to untie and unbuckle my belt. I groaned at the heat flowing through my body as I started to palm my clothed shaft. I let out a moan as I stared at the bed scattered with my toys. I grab the pipe, my c**k sucker, and shut my eyes.

Just as I'm about to bob it down, I heard my phone rang, again. f*****g cockblocker. I groaned at the frustration and immediately picked up. One thing I don't like is not picking calls so I picked it. I walked back to my office and the playroom automatically closed. I lean at my phone and sighed.

"What is it?" I asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Mr. Anderson, your brother is looking for you. He won't listen to us." Sean said and I can hear my little brother whining. I hissed when I looked at the time.

"Give him the phone, let me talk to him," I said, and not a second, he's blabbering some incoherent words.

"Anders, when are you going to get home? I heard him whine.

"I'm on my way, Gippy! Don't run there like a kid, okay? Don't want you to get a trip!" I said and he chuckled.

"Yes, Anders! Just go home now! Love you! Buy me Ice cream!" He shouted through the phone, making me chuckle. I mumble a 'love you too' and immediately hang up.

A/N: Ooh, what was that cut!? Let me know your comments, please! I'd love to see your comments! Please, vote and share!☝️

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