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grabbing the box of tissue off of the coffee table.
“What happened?”
Nate poked at his reddened cheek, hissing as he answered, “I managed to track down the source of that discrepancy I showed you the other day.”
“It was Bartlett?” Darren sat down next to him.
“Yeah. He was taking money out of the account and putting it back in, but I found out a few entries that wasn’t returned. If it hadn’t been for that, no one would’ve noticed it.” Nate sighed, leaning his head back against the cushion, pinching his nose. “I went to ask him about it… and the rest, you already know.”
“You should’ve came to me first, Nate.” Darren sighed.
“I know, I should’ve. I honestly didn’t expect that. I was only going to ask him for his expense records,” Nate answered quietly. “I’m sorry, Darren. I messed up.”
“That’s nonsense.” Darren reached over and forced Nate to face him. “You couldn’t have known this was going to happen.”
Nate didn’t answer.
“I’m going to have to bring the cops in on this,” Darren said after he thought for a moment. “Come on.”
“Where’re we going?” Nate asked when Darren pulled him up from the couch.
“Home.” Darren watched as Nate’s shoulders slump before adding. “This is not a reprimand, silly. We’re just going home. And you need to ice that eye, or you’ll turn into a big panda by tomorrow.”
After they got home, Darren sat Nate down and made sure he iced the bruises. As the adrenaline began to wear off, Nate fell into a light doze on the couch.
Darren sat on the edge of the couch, watching Nate as the younger man dozed. His face still looked bruised but it wasn’t as bad as earlier in the day. He reached to gently caress Nate’s bruised cheek.
He brushed a few strands of hair away from Nate’s face. The younger man kept saying he was going to get it cut and colored, but Darren secretly wished he wouldn’t. He liked Nate’s natural strawberry blonde hue with a dusting of auburn. And he liked the length, too; it was just long enough to slide softly through his fingers whenever he played with Nate’s hair.
Darren withdrew his hand when Nate muttered and turned in his sleep. He didn’t want to wake him.
The winter sun had long since set, and the only light in his apartment came from the soft yellow glow of the three pod lights in the living room.
Darren kept thinking back to that afternoon. Even though he knew nothing would’ve happened, he couldn’t help worrying about it. He didn’t want to see Nate hurt, ever.
He’d heard what Bartlett called Nate. The fact that he was gay and the fact that he and Nate were bumping boots were open secrets in the office. What the others didn’t know was Nate’s true profession. He’d seen the way Nate flinched at those insults. Nate had behaved like he hadn’t heard the words but Darren knew how much it must’ve stung.
He wished he could shield Nate from it all. He suddenly felt selfish for asking Nate to give him a hand around the office. He should’ve known better.
“God, you have it bad for him,” Darren muttered to himself. He could no longer deny his feelings for Nate. He had fallen hard, probably since they first met. But did Nate feel the same for him? It was a question Darren didn’t have the answer for and didn’t dare to ask.
He leaned down to press his lips softly at Nate’s temple. “What am I going to do with you?”
* * *
Nate sat alone in Darren’s apartment. He had his laptop opened to a webcast site where the camera was pointed at a glass podium with logo and the words “Chase Sommers” on the front.
He didn’t know why he was nervous. Darren and Kyle would be the one making the speech and taking questions from the reporters, yet Nate felt nervous.
Today was the big day. The day for the big announcement of Darren’s company going public with their plans for initial public offerings.
There was some feedback from the microphone and a
“What happened?”
Nate poked at his reddened cheek, hissing as he answered, “I managed to track down the source of that discrepancy I showed you the other day.”
“It was Bartlett?” Darren sat down next to him.
“Yeah. He was taking money out of the account and putting it back in, but I found out a few entries that wasn’t returned. If it hadn’t been for that, no one would’ve noticed it.” Nate sighed, leaning his head back against the cushion, pinching his nose. “I went to ask him about it… and the rest, you already know.”
“You should’ve came to me first, Nate.” Darren sighed.
“I know, I should’ve. I honestly didn’t expect that. I was only going to ask him for his expense records,” Nate answered quietly. “I’m sorry, Darren. I messed up.”
“That’s nonsense.” Darren reached over and forced Nate to face him. “You couldn’t have known this was going to happen.”
Nate didn’t answer.
“I’m going to have to bring the cops in on this,” Darren said after he thought for a moment. “Come on.”
“Where’re we going?” Nate asked when Darren pulled him up from the couch.
“Home.” Darren watched as Nate’s shoulders slump before adding. “This is not a reprimand, silly. We’re just going home. And you need to ice that eye, or you’ll turn into a big panda by tomorrow.”
After they got home, Darren sat Nate down and made sure he iced the bruises. As the adrenaline began to wear off, Nate fell into a light doze on the couch.
Darren sat on the edge of the couch, watching Nate as the younger man dozed. His face still looked bruised but it wasn’t as bad as earlier in the day. He reached to gently caress Nate’s bruised cheek.
He brushed a few strands of hair away from Nate’s face. The younger man kept saying he was going to get it cut and colored, but Darren secretly wished he wouldn’t. He liked Nate’s natural strawberry blonde hue with a dusting of auburn. And he liked the length, too; it was just long enough to slide softly through his fingers whenever he played with Nate’s hair.
Darren withdrew his hand when Nate muttered and turned in his sleep. He didn’t want to wake him.
The winter sun had long since set, and the only light in his apartment came from the soft yellow glow of the three pod lights in the living room.
Darren kept thinking back to that afternoon. Even though he knew nothing would’ve happened, he couldn’t help worrying about it. He didn’t want to see Nate hurt, ever.
He’d heard what Bartlett called Nate. The fact that he was gay and the fact that he and Nate were bumping boots were open secrets in the office. What the others didn’t know was Nate’s true profession. He’d seen the way Nate flinched at those insults. Nate had behaved like he hadn’t heard the words but Darren knew how much it must’ve stung.
He wished he could shield Nate from it all. He suddenly felt selfish for asking Nate to give him a hand around the office. He should’ve known better.
“God, you have it bad for him,” Darren muttered to himself. He could no longer deny his feelings for Nate. He had fallen hard, probably since they first met. But did Nate feel the same for him? It was a question Darren didn’t have the answer for and didn’t dare to ask.
He leaned down to press his lips softly at Nate’s temple. “What am I going to do with you?”
* * *
Nate sat alone in Darren’s apartment. He had his laptop opened to a webcast site where the camera was pointed at a glass podium with logo and the words “Chase Sommers” on the front.
He didn’t know why he was nervous. Darren and Kyle would be the one making the speech and taking questions from the reporters, yet Nate felt nervous.
Today was the big day. The day for the big announcement of Darren’s company going public with their plans for initial public offerings.
There was some feedback from the microphone and a
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