Property Of a Millionaire

Chapter 2

From: IvanovCorporations@mail.gov.com

Dear Mr. Stevenson,

I want to take the time and personally thank you for applying for this position. I am glad to announce to you that you've been accepted for the position of CSA (Computer Science Analysts). Please email me for confirmation that you'd like to continue with the Interview Phase (2),

Thank you and have a great evening,

Mr. Ivanov (Иванов)

IvanovCorporations@mail.gov.com

"Look at that Pom Pom! I've done it, baby!" I told my little Pomeranian. She looked at me confused as ever but I still kissed her little nose. Putting her back down, I quickly typed my response and he sent back a quick email about the interview, I gasped when I read it for the fourth time... it wasn't what he said really, it was his profile icon on the email.

Re: MStevenson@gmail.com

From: IvanovCorporations@mail.gov.com

See you, Monday 8 am no earlier; no later, Beautiful.

Mr. Ivanov (Иванов)

IvanovCorporations@mail.gov.com

It was f*****g Mr. Grocery Man.

Chapter 3

Miles' Point of View

His hand was in mine, we walked away from her grave after standing there for how many hours. He was always there to comfort, love, and be there for me. Tyler is my rock, my lover, my best friend. I love no other.

"I'm so proud of you baby. I know how hard this is for you, but you're doing so well." He told me as he squeezed my hand lightly and pulled me to face him.

We stood a couple of feet away from the cemetery where my mother was buried years ago. My dad and everyone else had left but I wanted to talk to mom before leaving with Tyler. He waited for me. He waited for however many hours for me. Dad loves him and I know I love him. He placed a tender and loving kiss on my forehead, lingering there for a moment. I moved in close as his hands on both sides of my head held me in place.

"I love you." Those words always made my heart flutter. Each and every time, for the past 3 years.

"I love you," I replied. He pulled away from the kiss and took my hand in his. We got inside his car and drove to our little apartment in town. Tyler and I are both graduating in May so our parents and ourselves decided to give us an early gift of an apartment to share, everything has been going so well.

"Pick a movie, I'll make the popcorn." He told me after unlocking the front door and walking towards the kitchen. I nodded my head and took my shoes before going to the living room. I sat down on our long brown couch in front of the television and turned it on. Logging onto Netflix, I went through a couple of categories and different movies as Ty came back from the kitchen with the popcorn.

He sat down next to me with the plate in between his legs. After he got comfortable, I took the bowl and lifted it off his lap. I sat in between his legs and placed the bowl on my crotch.

"Clingy?" He asked.

"Very," I answered.

He chuckled and pulled me closer to his chest. He smelt manly, I don't know how to explain. Before the movie even got past it's beginning part, the popcorn was almost finished but I don't think neither Tyler nor I cared.

He finished eating the popcorn and started on my face.

The bowl was moved to the side of the couch as his hand rested on my waist and the other tugging on the curls on the back of my head. My hands were placed on his cheeks, his tongue exploring my mouth. The kiss was hungry, the pain from the bite on my bottom lip sent a heatwave to my c**k.

"M-more Tyler." I moaned out as his hand reached down and gripped my ass cheek. His other hand palmed my groin through my jeans. I started grinding my ass on his crotch and his groan made my d**k even harder if that was possible.

"N-No. I'm supposed to be k-keeping you occupied today-y." He breathed out heavily. He rested his forehead on mine as his lips were terribly bruised, I started to wonder what mine looked like. I smirked and pecked his lips.

"This is is the best way to keep me occupied," I said giving his lips little pecks. He laughed into the kisses but not stopping me. His hands slipped around my hips and pulled me up to his chest as he got up from the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist and laid my head in between his neck and shoulder.

"I have a surprise for you." He opened the door to our bedroom and placed me on the bed. I sat upright before sitting criss-cross applesauce.

He pulled open a drawer from his dresser and was looking through piles of paper. I got up from the bed and walked behind him, being the sneaky sneak I am, I looked over his shoulder and into the drawer. There was a small ruby box with the engraving on it reading: 'Miles Huntington.' Huntington was Tyler's last name and we always joked around about getting married... so this had to be a joke right?

"You little fucker! You're peaking!" He turned around and started tickling my sides. I felt a burst of fire erupt from my side as laughter came out of my mouth.

"S-STOP! Tyler I swear to god!" I said in between laughs as his hands moved from one side to the other. We fell back on the floor, but nooo that didn't stop him.

"This was the surprise, nosy." He said with a fake hurt expression. He stopped the torture method of tickling and handed me the 2 pieces of paper. He laid back on the carpeted floor as I read the paper above me.

"You got it?! Oh my god, baby! I'm so proud of you!" I screamed in absolute joy and happiness! Tyler was a Business Major and had been trying to get this job with Malcolm Chalamet Business Corporation. It's been a huge deal for him and I couldn't be happier.

"Before you give me a million kisses, look at the second one. After that, I deserve like two million kisses." He said teasingly. I giggled before flipping the acceptance letter behind the other one.

"California?! WE'RE GOING TO CALI?!" b***h. When I say I've always wanted to go to the West Coast, this has been a dream of mine. Living in Indiana was always quiet, but I wanted to visit the loud scene and get drunk and party and have s*x. Yes, lots and lots of s*x with my boyfriend.

"My two million kisses, please! For being the best boyfriend-." I cut him off, jumping on top of him as he straddles my waist, with kisses all over his face, neck, and chest. I love this i***t, he was my i***t.

"So how can you keep me occupied?" I asked seductively. I bit down on my bottom lip and played with it between my teeth as he watched me hungrily. He groaned before flipping us over, me on the floor and him above me. He leaned down, placing his lips on mine. Making me feel like it was my first again.

Tyler. In some way, someday, I would marry him. He was my first everything. I wanted him to be my last.

... or so I thought.

Chapter 4

Miles' Point of View

"Miles get your ass up and out the door!" My father’s voice boomed throughout the house until it reached my room. I groaned and threw the pillow over my head when I heard his heavy footsteps added with Pom Pom's little ones. I tried to pull the covers up above my head but someone suddenly pulled them down and the cold air blew on my back.

"Get up my favorite little boy! Up and at them!" His confidence overpowered my slight depression and I got up, ever so slowly, and got ready.

"There's my little ball of sunshine." My dad joked when I finally left the bathroom. I was met with the smell of bacon, eggs, and toast... don't ask how I can smell toast, I just can.

"Don't." I retaliate.

"Here, take this to go. Good luck buddy." He told me shoving a muffin in my hand and pushing me out the door with my keys in my hand.

"I didn't even get real food! Looks like you were ready to kick me out. Bye, dad." I say one last time before he kisses the top of my head and closes the door. I sigh and unlock my car door, hoping in, and drive to the very famous building in Indianapolis.

It doesn't take long to reach and I was thankful for that. Since I decided to be a bit of a lazy b***h today, I was running a few minutes late, but hopefully, this guy wouldn't mind. I pushed past the large doors and walked up to the receptionist at the front desk. Before I could say anything, the male receptionist looked up and started talking to the female next to him.

"Mr. Stevenson, 8 am for the CSA (Computer Science Analysts) position ? You're late and Mr. Ivanov is awaiting your arrival." He barely looked at me for a second before returning his view to the papers in front of him. I thanked him before walking to the last room down the hall, the giant brown doors that read 'Mr. M Ivanov'. I knocked on the door three times before hearing a faint voice respond to come in.

"Good morning, sir?" I called out when I was faced with the back of a large chair in the middle of the room behind a mahogany desk.

"You're, 5 minutes late Stevenson." His voice was cold and rough. s**t, I f****d up didn't I?

"I apologize. It's only 5 minutes, can't be too bad? Right, sir?" I tried to joke but he stood up from his seat and that made me gulp. If looks could kill, I would be f*****g dead.

"5 minutes of my precious time. 5 minutes that could've been spent on me telling you whether or not you got this job. 5 minutes of telling me how you feel about this position." He moved in close to me. I didn't know I was moving back until I felt my back press against the doors I came in through.

"5 minutes, I could've gotten you across my desk." His voice came out as hush, a slight whisper even. The deepness made my d**k jump and I could feel the closeness of our bodies making my face hot. That last statement got me shook.

"E-Excuse me, sir?" I questioned him.

"You're excused." His hand reached up against my cheekbone and trailed down to my bottom lip. He had this ring on his pinky finger, looked expensive.

"Beautiful." Simple but effective words.

"Am not. Excuse me." I tried to move to the side until he suddenly grasped my wrist and lifts it above my head.

"If I say you're beautiful, then you're beautiful. If I want to touch what's mine, then I touch it." He let's go of my wrist and drops his hand towards my crotch. His fingers graze there, leaving me a shuddering and shivering mess.

"I'm n-not yours." The words seemed to trigger something in him. As if he's never heard the words 'no' before.

"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your c****x and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my f*****g boots.

"I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone offers you a job and says that!

"I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides.