Spreading Rumors About Mr. CEO (LGBT)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Josh Heid Thompson

Staring through the window of my company, the streets were pretty crowded with people who were trying to be on their time schedules. They looked like ants from my point of view up here. I was on the 30th building and I had nothing to do besides napping. But I had grown tired of napping. My works were done and I had already signed some of the paper works for today and for tomorrow. I could get out of the building if I wanted to, but sensing that if I did go out of this building, I would see Hell. I was contented here inside my building, overlooking the area with my glorious eyes.

Sighing, I turned on my heels and sat on my chair. I turned on the laptop and logged my Skype in. I had to contact Sylvia, my secretary. I would do some follow ups about Mr. Westborrow. Mr. Westborrow was the CEO of WestPalm, a company that makes shampoos and conditioners with real something s**t blah blah blah. Him and I had an agreement that we were joining forces. I had made some projects and presentations for me to introduce him. I didn't care if he was the leading company right now. I would take over that title and once I got it, I would keep the title and swore no one would ever be able to take it away from me or the company. I would be the world's finest businessman and powerful man. I pulled out Sylvia's contact and called her as she was online on Skype.

In seconds, she answered the video call and her no make-up face appeared on my screen. I smirked, seeing that she was only wearing her tank top and pink underwear. She blushed and scowled at me, and then rolled her eyes at me.

"What?" She grumbled, ready to snap close the laptop. I gave her a stern look. She sighed and said in a good manner tone. "How can I help you, Mr. Thompson?"

I chuckled. It didn't mean that just because it was her day off, I'd leave her alone. "Well, nice to see you, too, Sylvia."

She rolled her eyes. "I still have, like, 2 days before I come back to work!" She says exasperatedly, throwing her hands up in the air and from the action, it exposed her cleavage and I stared at it intently. I knew she had big boobies, but I never they were that big. I coughed. Consciously, Sylvia hid her cleavage again by putting her arms on top of his chest, her face flushed as she mumbled incoherent words that weren't pleasant to my ears. I decided to ignore it.

"I wanted you to contact Mr. Westborrow," I said, my tone changed into a deeper one, indicating business first, f**k later. "He hasn't been contacting us for, like, a week. Do a follow up."

She rolled her eyes as she huffed and I glared at her. She shook her head in frustration and I knew I had to do something so she could agree to contact Mr. Westborrow. She was a hard-headed girl. She was like a best friend to me. But that level was like a level of being 'just a friend'.

"I'll give you three days off," I said, giving a sly smile and she stared at me intently, figuring out if I was joking or not.

"You're not kidding, are you?" She said, narrowing her eyes at me.

"I am. Not." I told her, my smile breaking into grin as a look of deep thought covered her face, considering if she would accept the offer or not. "3... 2..."

"Wait!" She said, glaring at me. "Three days off? Well, can I turn off my phone and other social sites?"

"No," I scowled.

"What's the point?" She mumbled under her breath.

"Think of it," I said, sweet talking her. "You won't see my good and beautiful face for three days in person. You'll just have to make a set of calls, you know. Plus, in your own time. Except for the urgent scenarios. But anyways, that's the pros. The con is you still have to do work. But not much. In fact, not not much. And I'll add your salary."

"Deal." She said quickly as she heard the word add.

I laughed. "Okay, deal. Now contact Mr. Westborrow to do a follow up. I don't want to wait no more." She rolled her eyes at me and gave a bird. I laughed harder. "Hey, you look sexy. Can I have a taste of your melon and watermelons?" I knew she was using melon feminine wash as I once saw what her bag contained. Heat crept up on her cheeks and she pursed her lips. Sylvia buried her face in the pillow beside her and groaned.

"If you weren't my boss," she mumbled in the pillow. It was kind of muffled though. "I'd killed you already."

"I thought you would have let me f**k you," I teased, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. Although I saw her as a friend, she still had a sexy body that I could use and satisfy my needs. From then, her face went beet red and she scowled, snapping her laptop close and the Skype video call was disconnected. But even before she did that, her cleavage had been exposed once again and I looked at it intently, even if it was for a brief seconds.

Frowning, now what do I do?

Deciding that I should go home and just watch a movie, I stood up and straightened my black suit and fixed my tie. I turned off all the machines that were turned on and I headed off. People were giving me curious looks, probably thinking where I was going. Some people gave me a salute but I chose to give them a smile. Girls swooned and moaned as I winked at them. With my dark blonde hair and eyes that were captivating, plus a hunk muscled jock like me, they could not resist me. I could get a girl I wanted just by looking at her. I was not boasting. I was not full of myself. It was the truth. Thalia, the girl who had a bounce brown hair with brown eyes, her height was only 5'1" compared to my 6'5", flipped her hair seductively. She was one of those sluts who were trying hard to get my attention. I admitted, she was almost perfect but not my type. I mean, she would be a good f**k and all, but she would just a one night stand. Or a half night stand. If that quote ever existed. I would just f**k her at night and leave immediately.

Smiling seductively, I swooped past her and caught a sniff of her perfume, which was too strong for my liking. It wanted to make me gag and cough but I resisted. She watched me with lust swarming in her eyes and punched the elevator's button and waited until I heard the ding and immediately scrambled inside, punching the LG button and waited as the elevator went down. I was the only one at the elevator and everytime the door would open for each floor, people who were about to use it, when they saw me, I just gave them a glare and they didn't enter the elevator. I was a bastard. The elevator made a sound and the metal door parted, making a clunk sound as it open wide and I went out. Striding to a set of cars, my car was on the end of the parking lot. That specific parking lot was made for my car and nobody could use it or else I would pounce them. I smiled as I hopped inside the driver seat and put the key in the ignition. The car made a soft hum and the lights opened. I headed off to my house.

My eyes were pretty scanning the crowded sidewalk. Few people were talking on their phone pressed against their ears as they walked towards their destinations. Then my gaze landed on the couple who were sneaking kissed. Did they know they were in public and public display of affection was not good to see? It burned my eyes and I had to look away. They were being mushy. They were holding hands and looking into each other's eyes as they thought they were the best thing happened to each other. I scoffed. Love wasn't even true. I had not felt it ever since I was born. Yes, I had had a few girlfriends but none of them were for love. It was for lust. They were more like a f**k buddies to me than my girlfriends. Averting my eyes, the car in front of me sped up and I did the same, ignoring the fact that the couples were in full make out session. Some of the people were giving them looks and others just ignored.

My phone rang and I saw Charlonne's name, my best friend since we were in College, flashed on the my cellphone's screen. I used the voice feature of the phone and said answer. It automatically answered Charlonne's call and in seconds, his voice rang in my ears. It was like he's here when he was not.

"Dudeeeeeeee!" He stretched, laughing along with some other dudes. "There's a party going on here. You should come!"

"What party?" I grumbled. Though I knew it would be a bad idea since I had a work tomorrow, I considered it. A little fun for tonight would do me good and make me better. As I thought of it, it's not bad after all. It was even better than my first plan, which was to watch some movies inside my house. A real fun was at that party.

"Oh, Harmond's party! Her sister came back from Taiwan and he threw a party." He said. I heard a faint whisper. It belonged to a girl. So Charlonne was so having fun right now. I should, too. "Okay! Okay! You know Harmond's house, yeah? Just go here! I have business to take care of. Bye." He hang up the call and I rolled my eyes.

It was so early for a party. I mean, it was only, like, 5 in the afternoon! How could someone throw a party at a time like this. Party should start at 7 or 8 or later in the evening. Changing course, I slowed down and took a U-turn as I went back to the place where the couples were making out. 

This party better be worth it.