Confessions of a Bachelor

CHAPTER 1

GREG's POV

I was in a hurry walking behind Steve. He was running late for a meeting, and I had to make sure that he got there on time.

Steven Javier, or Steve for short, was the only heir to the Javier Group of Companies, a multi-billion company in the industry of land development, construction, and air transportation. I am his Personal Assistant, a loyal servant, his boy-Friday, and his only confidante. Because we grew up together, I know a lot about Steve and he seemed not friendly to just anyone, so at least, he had me.

“Greg! Walk faster!” I heard Steve shout over his shoulder and I walked hurriedly to catch up with him.

“Steve, we still have 5 minutes. Relax, we’re almost there.” I assured him and pointed to the elevator.

“You see, it’s cramped. That’s why I wanted to hurry up. I don’t want to miss this chance, Greg. You know how important this deal is.”

“Alright.” I walked past him and got to the elevator first.

When it opened, I prevented other people from getting in and made way for Steve to go in first, which was what I normally do for him.

He got in and thanked me. Steve knew that I was always protective of him.

When we reached the meeting room, Steve sighed relief when he saw that the meeting had not started yet, and the room was still half empty. I arranged all the folders I was holding in front of him and took off to the nearby Vendo machine and bought him a can of soda.

I knew that it would help Steve calm down.

Two hours later, I was reading some stuff on my phone when Steve called. The meeting was over, and he was gonna meet me at the main entrance. I immediately went to the parking lot and drove to the main entrance where Steve was already waiting.

“Thank you, Greg.” Steve told me as soon as he was seated in the front seat.

“I told you to take it easy. How did it go?” I was slowly driving out of the building premises going to the main highway.

Steve suddenly shouted and almost jumped from his seat. “We got it, Greg! I closed the deal!”

I was surprised and abruptly stepped on the breaks. “Watch out, Steve! You scared me!”

Steve patted my shoulder and apologized. "I’m sorry, Greg. I was just too excited to tell you the good news.”

I started the engine again and glanced at him. “Congrats, Steve. I knew you would make it.” Then I felt nervous when I realized that Steve hadn’t taken his hands off my shoulders.

We were that way until we reached our condo building. Steve chatted non-stop about the meeting, and he was candidly tapping his hands which were already on my shoulders, sitting there for I can’t remember how long. I just knew that that part of my shoulder was already very warm, and it brought a tingling sensation down my groin. I was fighting hard enough not to get a boner down there but I failed.

When I parked the car, I told him to go in first. It was me telling myself that I must relax and let my already hardened member to calm down. I silently prayed that Steve wouldn't notice it bulging on my pants.

Steve opened the door and went out. Waved at me and said something like being in a hurry. I just nodded and thought to myself that Steve always wanted everything in a hurry. Oh man, when can he slow down?

When I felt that my member was back to its normal size, I got out and hurriedly went up to our unit, located at the 15th floor. I saw Steve in the living room waiting for me.

“Oh, you’re here.” Steve looked at me then offered me a drink. I noticed that he was already holding glasses half-filled with whiskey. He handed me the other glass.

“What’s this for? It’s still too early. We haven’t had dinner yet.” I looked at the wall clock and checked the time. It was almost 5:00 pm.

“This is to celebrate today’s deal. I wanted to celebrate it with you first, of course.” Steve clinked his glass at mine.

“How about dinner? Do you want me to order something?” I asked and started browsing on my phone.

“No. I have a dinner date with Caroline tonight. Help yourself. You can go out if you want. I will be driving myself later.”

I felt a lump in my throat. I suddenly remembered that Steve was a player and a straight guy. He loves women and enjoys s*x with them, sometimes doing it inside his room where I could hear all the dirty talk and the loud moaning. I really don’t mind him having different women and engaging in s*x whenever he feels like it. I just can't control how I feel. I am envious, but at the same time, I just want him to enjoy life and be happy.

“Okay. Just enjoy your day!” I simply told him and emptied my glass.

Steve poured some more on the glass I was holding, and we again clinked glasses.

“To Javier Group of companies!” Steve raised his glass. I raised mine and echoed him.

“Cheers!” We shouted in unison and laughed heartily. I was looking at Steve through the rim of my glass and realized how attractive he was. I admitted to myself that I was feeling something special for Steve. I just keep it to myself though, because I don’t want to ruin whatever relationship we have right now.

I grew up admiring Steve. Steve was seven years old when I was born. My mother was his nanny, whom he loved so much like his own mom, while my father was their gardener c*m driver. Steve was closer to my mom than his own mom because he grew up spending more time with my family rather than his parents. Mr. and Mrs. Javier was busy managing their companies and making millions for his sake. He inherited all the wealth that his parents gave him. They are now retired and are back in the mansion.

The mansion where we grew up was big and had a total of 8 rooms. Four big rooms were located on the second floor, while the four other rooms were on the ground floor. I used to occupy one room, then one room is being occupied by my parents until now.

When I was seven, Steve was already in Middle School and he already got his own office table at their company. He was trained at the early age of 12, starting from the names of the managers down to the history of their companies and all the subsidiaries under them. I never got the chance to get close with him or to even play with him, because Steve had a different life. His only happiness was going home to his nanny and eating food that my mom served him.

When Steve graduated from college, he was 22, and he moved out of the mansion. I remember him crying profusely because he didn’t want to live far from my mom. But he had no choice because Mr. and Mrs. Javier thought that he was at the right age to live independently. That’s why they got him his own bachelor’s pad in the city.

Three months ago, I met Steve again, years after he left the mansion. My mom was ill and he immediately visited the mansion when he heard about it.

“Nanny! What happened? How are you feeling?” Steve was crying so loud that someone may think he was worrying over his own mother.

I saw my mom’s happy face upon seeing Steve. She was lying on the bed when Steve came in. She extended her hands and asked Steve to hug her. When they hugged, I was just standing there, silently watching them, and was not feeling jealous at all. In fact, I was happy to see Steve again. I was amazed at how handsome he had become. He was taller than me and had toned muscles in his biceps. His skin was flushed from the heat of the sun.

“Nanny, what do you need? I’ll give you everything that you want, just please get well again and don’t leave me.” Steve was crying and touching my mom’s cheeks.

“Steve, I’m fine. The doctor told me to just take a rest.” My mom answered him in a very soft voice.

Steve hugged her tight then once again told her that he would provide all the assistance that my mom needs. He kissed her once more on the forehead then he stood. When Steve got up, he noticed that I was standing in one corner of the room and he caught me checking him out.

“Hey, are you Greg?” His face showed a surprised look and it brightened up when I nodded.

I extended my hand. “Hi. Yes, I’m Greg. Welcome home, Sir.”

“Wow! I almost didn’t recognize you! Look at you! You’ve grown so well!” Steve exclaimed and I thought he was referring to my broad chest which I got from my daily task of tending to the garden which was used to be my father’s job. Both my parents are old enough now to carry out the household chores that’s why I was helping them when I’m off from school.

Steve took my hands in his and I suddenly felt a current passed through our hands and traveled down my spine. My heart pounded and I was afraid he would notice how nervous and excited I am with our hands clasped together. After a while, he let go of my hand and continued talking to me.

“How’s school? Have you graduated?” Steve asked me.

“Yes. I’m a university scholar, a fresh grad. Thanks to your family, I was able to finish my course. I took up Accountancy.” I answered proudly.

“That’s good to hear! I’m glad that we were able to help you! How about you work for me? Will that be okay with you?” I think he's more excited than I am. His face glowed while talking to me. He was so handsome and looked more gorgeous with a smile on his face and his perfect, white teeth in front all showed up as he spoke.

I remember saying yes to him immediately without asking first on my job description. I was excited to finally land my first job. And I was just happy to be spending my days closer to him. I realized how I’ve missed Steve so much.

NOW that I am already living with Steve, I am grateful to him because he assigned me as his Personal Assistant. Aside from serving him his needs, I also monitor on his finances. He trusts me when it comes to his money and throws everything about his finances to me. Sometimes, when there are proposals that need his budgetary consent, he would shove the papers on my face and asks me to decide. That’s how trustworthy I am to Steve. And I don't complain. I am actually glad about it. He slowly grew in me, and I think I, too, in him. Or am I just imagining things? But seriously, I feel that he treats me not as a staff but as someone who’s more than a friend. Even more than a brother. Our closeness is something that I cannot explain.

That night, Steve came home from his dinner date a bit too late. When he pressed on the door’s passcode, I heard it and immediately got up from bed. I was not sleeping yet because I was waiting for him to come home. I was wondering though why it took him several tries before he finally managed to open the door.

I finally saw him walked in but he was swaying and would collapse on the floor soon.

“Steve!” I ran to him and was just in time to catch him before he falls on the floor.

Steve was reeking of liquor. He was dead drunk. It was the first time that I saw him like this. I piggy-backed him and threw him on to the bed. I turned to my heels and was about to leave the room when I realized that my shirt was wet.

Oh, disgusting! He puked that’s why I smelled something bad when he was on my back.

I sat beside him and slowly opened his top buttons. I was able to remove his long sleeves and threw the messy clothes on the floor. I can still smell something bad and thought that maybe the pants were also dirty. I carefully unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Then I pulled them down and threw on the floor as well.

When I looked at him, his bulge on his briefs were too tempting. His huge member seemed like waving at me and asking me to hold him. I swallowed hard ‘coz I felt my throat ran dry. I felt the urge to put him inside my mouth which I found unbelievable because I haven’t done it to anyone else before.

I knelt slowly and lost control of myself. I touched his crotch and slowly massaged it. His member grew bigger, and it was hot to my touch. I pulled down his boxers carefully then his hardened member immediately snapped out. It was long and hard, erected and pointing upward. My eyes opened wide in excitement. His member was bigger than mine.

I gave in to the temptation and held it with my left hand, caressing it up and down, until it grew harder and oozed some pre-c*m. I can no longer hold back so I hastily pulled down my pants and held my equally erected manhood. I jerked off while continuously touching him softly, until I felt my gut tightened with so much pleasure then I wanked myself faster and felt my orgasm coming hard and fast. “Oh God!” I came and let out a deep groan. I sat on the floor and realized that Steve was still sleeping but his member was alive and erected.

I didn’t know what to do so I decided to just pull the blanket over his body up to his chest then I hurriedly went out of his room.