7

"We're here " Johnson notified in a grim voice as he pulled over in the parking lot of the great skyscraper that consisted of the headquarters of Carmichael Enterprises. They sat for a few minutes,  collecting their thoughts before they stepped out of the vehicle. Timothy examined quickly his coworkers,  making sure they were presentable, he already  checked himself four times. He stood straight and proud as he led them to the building's lobby, not letting their appearances flatter. They were in control,  they were ready, they came to conquer -that's the atmosphere he wanted to maintain around them.

They stepped in front of the receptionist, Timothy smiled charmingly .

"We're here to meet Mr Carmichael, the meeting scheduled to two ."                the young receptionist blushed " Um you're from Jacobs Firm?" Timothy nodded .

"Please go to conference room 3 at the fifth floor, Mr Carmichael has yet to  arrive ."

Well that was expected,  they were early by almost an hour,  they wanted to arrive first and settle before the meeting began. Timothy thanked the receptionist and headed to the elevator followed by Johnson and Collins, once the doors closed Timothy could hear the sighs of his coworkers.

"Nervous? " he chuckled.

"Don't you?," Collins huffed "feels like we stepped into the lion's lair ".

" Mhm,  that place is huge!" Johnson said as he examined the elevator's buttons,  the highest floor was 32!

"I'm nervous but I'm also excited, this isn't an every day life matter.  we're here to make history for the firm, for good or bad and I'll be damned if I'll let it be the latter ".

That's right,  they were on a mission,  they came to take it all and they wouldn't settle for less.

Once they were in the assigned room they laid out the needed materials,made sure the projector worked well for the presentation ,  Timothy did a last brief and then they did the final yet most crucial thing -relaxing.  There were refreshments on the long table- light drinks, pastries , cookies and other light snacks .

"My favorite part so far " Johnson commented as he digged in, Collins followed . Timothy wasn't capable of eating anything right now,  he was too stressed to digest anything. He looked at his watch - a few more minutes. He was counting down each minute.

And soon the door opened and four men entered , formal greetings were exchanged.

"You're Timothy right? I'm Thomas,  Mr Carmichael's assistant or secretary if you like " Timothy shook the offered hand of the light haired man , he looked good and impressive with his tailored suit, his face were bright but ready to do business.

"Mr Carmichael would shortly arrive, let's take a sit ". Timothy nodded.

Everyone engaged in small talk, Thomas was typing furiously on his phone and Timothy did his best not to let his calm posture and demeanor to break under the pressure.  They didn't  begin and an headache already started to form. After that he needed a good drink. Or sex.  Or both.

The door opened again and everyone stood , Timothy and his coworkers followed in respect.

"Hope you didn't wait too long,  I had to take care of something . It's great having you here " a deep and oddly familiar voice startled Timothy.

"Oh no it's okay Mr Carmichael --" Timothy turned to face him but froze,  his eyes widening as they met those of Mr Carmichael. This couldn't be...

How...

Timothy  gaped at the man that stood there in all his glory,  emitting superiority with his high end suit that hugged his muscled body in the right places and only added to his sinfully attractive looks.

The whole room seemed to disappear, leaving them alone . So many emotions passed in this one stare- shock, desire, lust,  excitement and for Timothy even fear.

And then Mr Carmichael smirked.

Very familiar indeed.

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When Archibald entered the room the last thing he expected was him . The man that hunted his fantasies lately.

And he could tell from that man's shocked face that it was the last thing he expected as well.

What a pleasant surprise ...

Arch thought as his eyes shamelessly roamed the man, appreciating what they saw . He wanted to take him right then, on that table, possibly in front of everyone.  That thought brought a smirk to his lips .

Who would've thought he'd find the man he had no chance of finding?

And he was a representative of Jacobs firm? even better...

" This it Timothy Jacobs , Olly Collins and Graham Johnson. "  Thomas introduced as he suspiciously eyed his boss.

Timothy Jacobs... So he's the son.

Timothy...

Arch was satisfied with the fact he now knew his name and not only was he a simple representative, he was the only son of the head of Jacobs Firm.

Timothy didn't seem to take their faithful meeting as well as Arch, he seemed like he was on the verge of either running away or breaking down. Archibald noted admiringly as Timothy started the presentation with as much aloofness he could master,  avoiding any eye contact with Arch and that both irritated yet entertained the business man.

You're mine one way or another.

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Timothy  couldn't  believe it was happening to him. He stiffly did his presentation,  trying his best to ignore the dominant presence in the room that tempted him to avert his attention. What in the hell? Someone was playing a joke on him?

He swallowed hard as he willed his storm  of emotions to calm. His mind against his better judgement played distracting things that shouldn't be on his mind, not now.

Calm down... calm down...

Somehow he managed to keep at bay the threatening wave that was out to drown him and talk with no stutter to his voice and with assertiveness despite the way his body shook from the situation. It seemed to drag on forever,  he just wanted to finish and take his leave,  those pair of intense eyes watched him closely,  suffocating him and making his body hot.

When he was finally over,  relief washed over him, that one hour felt like eternity. He took his place and fixed his gaze at the table, his fingers gripping his chair tightly.

Too bad he's gay

Lizzy's words registered .

He's gay. Mr Carmichael is gay. And it was a known fact apparently .

"Leave us alone "

Timothy snapped his head up to watch everyone leave the room, Thomas hesitated before stepping out as well.

Timothy watched cautiously as Mr Carmichael got up and made his way to the door,  he gulped as he heard him lock it.

That was definitely not a good sign.

"Long time no see " Mr Carmichael turned to stare at him, his hands buried in his pockets. Timothy fidgeted nervously as he eyed the man making his way towards him with his air of confidence. Timothy stayed rooted despite wanting to run. He held his breath as the man halted behind him.

"Did you miss me?"

He shivered as he felt the hot breath caressing his ear. His eyes flattered in lust as his body relived their last encounter, yearning to be touched  again. His breathing hitched as he felt lips pressing  to his ear,  nibbling.

"Stop..." Timothy let out weakly,  it didn't sound  convincing at all. The lips  traveled down to his neck, sucking on the hot skin and Timothy let out a grunt as he did his best to ignore the pleasure . This was wrong,  that man was his client, well soon to be client and something like that couldn't take place between them- it was inappropriate and unethical.

"Enough " Timothy tried again,  this time pulling from the man, he stood and made his way to the other side of the room, letting the table stand as an obstacle to Mr Carmichael's advances and to Timothy's own lust. He had to get out of this room, being  alone with that man wasn't in his interests,  he was afraid he'd succumb to his desire and let the man have his way with him. He couldn't believe this was happening, he never mixed work with his discreet exploits with men and now he was faced with the clash of both of those worlds he worked so hard to keep apart and it didn't help that the man who was the cause to this was the known  Mr Carmichael, the white whale his father was after.

How would this work out for him? He needed the man before him to sign a contract with his firm and Mr Carmichael didn't seem like he wanted to put in the past whatever happened between them. Timothy couldn't sleep with that man again.

"Mr Carmichael--"

"Archibald" the man cut him off.

"This situation is rather complicated, for both of us I assume, the last thing I expected coming here was... that. But we both have appearances and reputation to hold and I'd appreciate it if we put what we did in the past so we could continue with our life normally. " he spoke carefully eyeing the man, making sure he didn't move from his place. Mr Carmichael looked almost bored, his hands still in his pockets as he stared back, the smirk never left his lips.

"Normally? you mean with your wife not knowing her husband screws men behind her back?" Timothy stiffened at that, glaring at the man, he now remembered how their last encounter ended.

"Please I --"

"The only one who should care about his appearances is you , everyone knows I'm attracted to the same sex. What about you? Does your father know?"

"Leave my father out of this!" Timothy growled. That man was a bastard and nothing would please Timothy more than throwing a punch at his smirking face. He looked amused at Timothy's enraged face, it was all a game to him.

"You and I are going to get really close from now on " Mr Carmichael stated.

"What are you talking about? " Timothy asked in suspicion. Archibald took his hands out of his pockets and strolled towards Timothy, pinning him with his eyes- Timothy was unable to move nor avert his eyes, he felt like a prey waiting to be devoured. He watched helplessly as Archibald came to a halt next to him, leaning to whisper.

"I'm going to fuck you , ravish you and eat you up," Timothy gaped at the crudeness " you belong to me ."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Timothy pushed the man from him, Carmichael or not he was going  overboard.

"I'm not  property , you don't own me, you can go and fuck yourself! " Maybe he was going out of line a bit but that  man was outrageous and infuriating!

Mr Carmichael stared at him with a glint to his eyes before he chuckled .

"Thomas has the contract, take it from him and examine it, add whatever you want ".

"W- what?" Timothy blinked in confusion at the turn of things.

"This is what you came for, no?" Timothy nodded slowly,  lost. He couldn't figure this man out.

That was it?

"You're going to return tomorrow and bring it to me so I'll sign ".

Bring it to him? Timothy could tell that man was planning something and honestly he wanted to tell him to shove it and storm out but he knew he couldn't,  like Mr Carmichael said - this is what he came for, he needed his sign. With that Mr Carmichael left the room, leaving a shocked Timothy behind.

"How did it go?" Johnson eagerly asked as they got in the car. Timothy looked down at the pages of the contract he was holding.

"He's going to sign " he muttered and Johnson and Collins cheered.

"We're going to celebrate tonight!"

Timothy didn't pay attention,  all he could think of was that tomorrow he'd return back to this place to face the devil.