actually taking the stairs and not the banister shortcut.
He must have gotten lightheaded from that long ass run-on sentence a minute ago.
The bar area sort of clears out a little bit, but the first floor is insane. Brax still isn’t here yet, I’ve been watching the door. Maybe he’s not the mechanic type and won’t be able to make in for work today, I don’t know.
I only really found out a couple things over the last seven years, we’ve crossed paths a couple times, but he never saw me and I did that on purpose. I knew where he was at, but never tried to make contact with him. I’d heard through the grapevine when he opened this place. His mother passed away three years ago and he came into money and bought the place They always had it, but his stepdads were horrible and she chose to stay with them instead of helping Brax. Guess she got a guilty conscious. I’ve even driven by a few times, but I just couldn’t stop.
Another time at a gas station, but he didn’t see me then either. That night my curiosity got the best of me, and I followed him home. It’s funny that he drives way across town to the Montrose area for work every day when he lives right in Spring, the place we grew up together. The town is a bad memory of things we had to go through, struggling and fighting every single day, just to survive. I always thought he’d run like hell and get as far away as he could from the place. I wonder why he stayed. Of course I could ask myself the same thing. I only live ten minutes from Brax.
Serge comes back, putting the coke in front of me. Damn, talk about going out in left field there for a minute, fuck. I need to refocus.
“Where were you? It wasn’t here waiting on that delicious meal that’s coming for you.” He pushes the coke a little closer to me.
“Just thinking. My head gets stuck in business and I sort of lose myself in it all, but I’m back now and hungry as a horse. Speaking of business, I promised you I’d take a look at something for you, didn’t I?” I grin at him, trying to push this on and get it out of the way. “Did Ash make it in today?” I whisper.
“No he didn’t and it’s the weirdest thing because he never misses work. But this past week, he asked the boss for a couple of personal days. He was sick today and yesterday, then off Friday too. If you ask me, it sounds like there might be trouble in paradise. I think something’s going on with him and the Mister, but that’s just my take on it.”
“Uh oh…trouble with the Mister? That’s never a good thing.” Maybe I will get a few answers out of Sparky after all.
“Yes, trouble is what it sounds like to me. You want to know something? You have to swear and cross your heart not to say anything, I mean it.” He presses his fingers to his lips.
I motion, doing the big X on my chest. He leans down toward me.
“Everyone here calls him the Mister, because none of us have ever met him. We’ve tried to figure it out for months, but Ash is very secretive about this man. Ash came in all excited one day, jumping for joy, telling us about this new boyfriend he had. He was bragging about how sweet, wonderful, and caring he was, even boasted about private things too. Apparently the man is supposed be some sort of sex machine on steroids to hear him tell it. Ash said he was best lover he’d ever had and blah, blah…just babbling on and on, like I said. Poor Ash…he’d been dick starved for so long, it was just him trying to show off a little and toot his own horn. No matter, we were all happy that he’d found someone finally. Everyone here knows that Ash had a big, old, man-crush on the boss, but to be honest, we all knew that was never going to go anywhere at all.”
“Get out, sex in the work place is supposed to be a big no-no. Oh wait, the big boss, Braxton? Well, he does own the place, so he can make up the rules.” He nods his head up and down. “I guess as long as it’s not affecting your job, then go for
He must have gotten lightheaded from that long ass run-on sentence a minute ago.
The bar area sort of clears out a little bit, but the first floor is insane. Brax still isn’t here yet, I’ve been watching the door. Maybe he’s not the mechanic type and won’t be able to make in for work today, I don’t know.
I only really found out a couple things over the last seven years, we’ve crossed paths a couple times, but he never saw me and I did that on purpose. I knew where he was at, but never tried to make contact with him. I’d heard through the grapevine when he opened this place. His mother passed away three years ago and he came into money and bought the place They always had it, but his stepdads were horrible and she chose to stay with them instead of helping Brax. Guess she got a guilty conscious. I’ve even driven by a few times, but I just couldn’t stop.
Another time at a gas station, but he didn’t see me then either. That night my curiosity got the best of me, and I followed him home. It’s funny that he drives way across town to the Montrose area for work every day when he lives right in Spring, the place we grew up together. The town is a bad memory of things we had to go through, struggling and fighting every single day, just to survive. I always thought he’d run like hell and get as far away as he could from the place. I wonder why he stayed. Of course I could ask myself the same thing. I only live ten minutes from Brax.
Serge comes back, putting the coke in front of me. Damn, talk about going out in left field there for a minute, fuck. I need to refocus.
“Where were you? It wasn’t here waiting on that delicious meal that’s coming for you.” He pushes the coke a little closer to me.
“Just thinking. My head gets stuck in business and I sort of lose myself in it all, but I’m back now and hungry as a horse. Speaking of business, I promised you I’d take a look at something for you, didn’t I?” I grin at him, trying to push this on and get it out of the way. “Did Ash make it in today?” I whisper.
“No he didn’t and it’s the weirdest thing because he never misses work. But this past week, he asked the boss for a couple of personal days. He was sick today and yesterday, then off Friday too. If you ask me, it sounds like there might be trouble in paradise. I think something’s going on with him and the Mister, but that’s just my take on it.”
“Uh oh…trouble with the Mister? That’s never a good thing.” Maybe I will get a few answers out of Sparky after all.
“Yes, trouble is what it sounds like to me. You want to know something? You have to swear and cross your heart not to say anything, I mean it.” He presses his fingers to his lips.
I motion, doing the big X on my chest. He leans down toward me.
“Everyone here calls him the Mister, because none of us have ever met him. We’ve tried to figure it out for months, but Ash is very secretive about this man. Ash came in all excited one day, jumping for joy, telling us about this new boyfriend he had. He was bragging about how sweet, wonderful, and caring he was, even boasted about private things too. Apparently the man is supposed be some sort of sex machine on steroids to hear him tell it. Ash said he was best lover he’d ever had and blah, blah…just babbling on and on, like I said. Poor Ash…he’d been dick starved for so long, it was just him trying to show off a little and toot his own horn. No matter, we were all happy that he’d found someone finally. Everyone here knows that Ash had a big, old, man-crush on the boss, but to be honest, we all knew that was never going to go anywhere at all.”
“Get out, sex in the work place is supposed to be a big no-no. Oh wait, the big boss, Braxton? Well, he does own the place, so he can make up the rules.” He nods his head up and down. “I guess as long as it’s not affecting your job, then go for
Similar Books
