"Dude... Jon."
I stopped, not knowing what to say I just stood and took a few steps away from him. Jon fixes his jeans before leaning forward, resting his hands on his knees and staring at me as I paced the floor.
"I just don't." I stopped once more at a loss for words.
Running a hand through my hair, I ignored the stray strands that fell out of place and across my face as I stared at a silent Jon who's expression was now blank. He reminded me so much of the tyrant, ass of a man I once hated and I exhaled as my body deflated in defeat.
"You're my boss-"
"That's a lame excuse."
"I'm not the settling down type of guy."
"And I'm not your typical gay who enjoys hopping from bed to bed."
"Why can't we just have s*x like normal people and go from there?"
"Because I know that's all you
