Spreading Rumors About Mr. CEO (LGBT)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Josh Heid Thompson

There was this, still, uncomfortable feeling nagging me. It felt like it had been here since forever and I wanted to vomit but there was nothing to vomit. My stomach was empty. I didn't bother eating because I knew that I would just throw up and waste it. Although my stomach was grumbling, I tried to ignore it as my anxiety grew and grew. 

The last time I felt this way when I was a kid. I had punched someone on the face and the whole day, I was really guilty. It was the first time that I had hurt someone. It wasn't good. And then when I got home, I knew something bad would happen because words traveled past, my mom shouted at me, telling me she was disappointed. How could I punch a stranger? It wasn't me. The stranger had provoked me though. But even if I got an earful of lecture, I was still feeling bad. I threw up what I had eaten the whole day and I didn't eat the day after tomorrow.

But this time, it felt different. I had not punched someone in the face. Believe me, I had been a very good boy these past few days. It was hard, but I managed. I hadn't provoked someone, and thrown at insult. I was busy. It didn't even cross my mind to punish my staffs who had messed the cafeteria. So what could possibly the reason why I was feeling this way?

Sighing, I sat down on my chair and turned around, looking through the window. The sun was sliding down, making the sky look purple-y. The stars were visible now. Although it was too early, the moon amd stars shined. The sky was mixed with purple and fiery orange. Looking down, it was still rush hour, so there was a heavy traffic. Probably those people were going home to their family. I never felt what kind of love family had. So I didn't understand what was the point of going just to see them. I would never understand it.

My life was messed up. I wouldn't be surprised if my Dad, who was already retired and let me took over the company, chose some woman for me to get married with. It was always about business. My life had always been bitter and I never got the chance to explore life as a kid. I had been taught on how to be a great businessman at the age of 15. I always envied others, who weren't rich as my family. They didn't have to have a lecture about business. When they got home, they would just go outside and hang out with their friends. I had never experienced that. Not until I grew up and had a mind of my own. Like... 18 years old or higher?

Someone knocked on my office's door, getting me out of the deep trance that I had been in. I shouted a come in and Sylvia entered the room, on her right hand, she's holding the board full of schedules flawlessly. Today, she was wearing a light green dress matched with a leather belt around her waist, showing off her curves and she was also wearing a glass.

"Mr. Thompson," Sylvia greeted as she wrote something on the board. "You have a meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Clarkson at 5pm sharp. They also invited you to have dinner with them. But I told them you might not because you have another schedule at 6:30 in the evening."

I mumbled an okay and she ushered outside my office and I went back on typing. It was one of the presentations that I was going to present to Mr. Westborrow. That old man. I'd crush his dreams someday. Just wait and see. I knew I was being cruel and all, but business was business. I had to do this to fulfill my dreams. In the field of business, every person was an enemy. You trust no one. You should know how to manipulate people's mind, and also, you have to be aware. That's how it worked. You never knew who was most trustworthy, so instead of risking, better trust yourself only. That's how I made this company even bigger. Because I trusted no one.

I jumped out when the door busted open and my friend, Charlonne, walked up into the office with a frown on his face. He stood up in front of me, arching a brow, as if silently telling me something. He looked pissed.

"What's gotten into your panty and died?" I asked him, not bothering him as I continued to type.

"Have you been in social medias lately?" He asked me. That's when I looked up to look at him. Social medias? I hadn't been online since last week. I wasn't checking my f*******:, or even i********:. Social medias weren't my thing, but it was fun enough to see what the people were saying about me.

I shook my head slowly. Why would I need to check my sites? It's not like I was obligated to.

"Check it!" He snapped, fuming. "How can you do this to us, Josh Heid Thompson?"

"What are you talking about, Charlonne?" I asked him, getting irritated. But at the same time, I was confused. What was he talking about? Should I need to check? Was it a good news or a bad news?

"Just log-in and check out, you stupid prick!" He said angrily. I glared up at him and I turned on my laptop.

Waiting for a full minute for the laptop to fully boot up, I logged-in to my f*******: and saw I had a lot of notifications and messages. Checking the messages first, I was kind of amused that there were a lot of girls - strangers - that were literally throwing themselves at me. I couldn't blame them, though. I was like a God. I was being worshiped.

Charlonne pushed me a little bit and took over the laptop. I scowled at him and let him navigate the laptop. He went on a website and typed rapidly until his look lingered on the screen. Getting curious, I pushed him lightly so I could see what he was looking at.

My eyes widen. It was an article of me. And what was shocking was, I was married. I read the article's title over and over again.

'Exclusive on UsWeekly.com, a famous billionaire, Josh Heid Thompson, is already married!

There is a picture that has been circulating on social media sites, such as f*******:, Twitter, i********:, and other sites. The picture was first uploaded onto a girl's blog. But then the blogger deleted it a few minutes ago. She then published an apology that it wasn't supposed to leak. But before she deleted it, a one follower has grabbed the picture and sent it to us! Now, could you look at that?

Not that Josh is now married, but he has married a man! When you take a look at the picture, clearly, they were having the best time of their lives. We can't believe that Josh Heid Thompson, the CEO of Thompson Worldwide, is gay and happily married to a man. We just hope that everything works out fine.

Josh Heid Thompson is known as one of the world's best businessmen. But it was really a surprise to us that he's gay. There has been many rumors of him going out with women after women. But never have we thought that he's gay, much less, married to man.

The question is, who is the lucky man? And how did he capture Josh Heid Thompson's heart?'

The article ended with a poll or survey. One option was: Congratulations, newly wed couple, which had 89%. And the other option was, He shouldn't have married a man, which garnered 11%.

Then I took a long at the picture. Yes, it was a picture of me and a guy, and beside the guy was a girl crying. This was fake! But it had been edited pretty real. So everybody had been fooled! Now, how was I going to convince them that this was only edited? I could feel my blood boiling. Who the hell were these persons? Why did they do it? I was not gay! I had never been attracted to a man before, and now, they were saying that I was already married, much less to a f*****g man! Who had a d**k like me! Gritting my teeth, I fisted my hands and shut my eyes, trying to contain the anger that was bubbling and threatening to get out. And the fact that Charlonne was here, making comments about the picture, was not helping at all.

"Man, you should have told us!" Charlonne said as he paced back and forth around the room, which made me dizzy. "Now I know why you don't like girls! I understand that, Heid. But you didn't tell us about this. And now, you got married. Secretly. On a beach!"

I tried to keep my breathing calm. I pinched the bridge of my nose and inhaled deeply and exhaled. This was supposed to be a stress-free day. But Charlonne had decided to be a b***h and then Satan had decided to make my life a living hell. I punched the table. It hurt my knuckle but it was worth the pain. I glared menacingly at Charlonne, which made him stop and he pursed his lips. My jaw was aching it felt like any time soon, it was going to break.

"Listen, Charlonne," I said, my hands shaking from anger. "I. Am. Not. f*****g. Married. To. A. Man. I'm not even gay!" I shouted at him. Charlonne flinched and shut both of his eyes.

Everybody was scared of me when I was angry. They knew I had a short-tempered. But I always tried to contain it. Punching something on the telephone, I rang the IT department and in seconds, someone picked up the call and I told them to go to my office right now.

Charlonne was looking at me like I had lost my mind. That article should be taken down. My image would be destroyed. My plan would crumble. I couldn't let that happen.

Someone knocked on the door and two men came in. They were the head of IT department. I looked at them menacingly, which made them tremble a little.

"I want you to take off that article," I pointed at my laptop. They both looked at it and stared at it in shock. They both nodded and tried to get out but I had stopped them. "And track the blog where it has been published first. And the man you see there on the picture, bring him here. Alive. And if you're not able to bring the f*****g guy here in a day, then don't come to work tomorrow. Understand?" They both shook their heads furiously and I motioned them to get out, which they quickly did.

Charlonne eyed me but still kept his mouth shut. He knew that I was mad and should never be bothered. The man was going to pay for this. I didn't care what part of this world he was in, but once he's in my office, he'd beg for his life.

I would make him beg.