Caught by Kyle Ch. 01
Keywords: by, 01, Caught, Kyle, Ch.,
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"Alright, longest disclaimer ever, but READ THIS, because I won't be responsible if you read something in the story that disturbs you.
First of all, this is not a romantic story with feelings of love and mutual respect. The main character is not a nice guy, he's not a woman trapped in a man's body, and there is no love and tenderness. This story is just smut with more dialogue and plot than your average stroke story.
Two, there is gay sex in this, which most of you have undoubtedly already figured out, but you'd be surprised at some of the oblivious individuals out there.
And lastly, there is mention of STDs in this story. I don't have enough imagination to write a story where that risk isn't present. If the mere mention of VDs is enough to make your pole wilt, then backclick right now.
Disclaimer over. Thank you to debby69 and verbinator for providing male perspective."
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"And the winner for most sales this quarter is..." Bryan paused dramatically.
"We all know it's Mike! Quit milkin' it, Bryan!"
Everyone chuckled.
Bryan grinned. "Well, yeah. It's Mike. And thank God it is, otherwise we might have to go outside and see if the sky was falling!"
I grinned as I stepped up to accept the top sales bonus. "Thanks," I said to Bryan before turning to the crowd of employees gathered in the upstairs lunchroom. "I'll try and set the bar a little lower next quarter, 'kay guys?"
Most people grinned, a few rolled their eyes, and a couple muttered under their breath. I smiled in satisfaction. Fuck, yes. This was what I was all about: beating the competition. I could not give a shit less if they liked me or not.
At thirty-four, I was the star broker at the firm - the "large "firm, I might add - the highest paid broker there, the only one who never had to work a graveyard shift if I didn't want to, with a boss who loved me more than he loved his own children. Outside of work, I had a beautiful Jewish wife who my mom loved, a newborn baby boy, a big house, a hot car, and a hot shiksa girlfriend. My life was every man's dream.
"All right, in other news: this is Kyle Adams," Bryan gestured to a built blond guy in a powersuit standing at his side. The beefcake nodded and gave a casual four and a half finger wave. He had those nice, all-American kind of good looks. Probably didn't have two intelligent thoughts to rub together, but that kind of wholesome, attractive face tended to close the easy deals, at least.
I smirked as I caught my slutty receptionist and Joanne from accounting checking him out and whispering. And not just the easy business deals...
"We figured we may as well introduce him to everybody at the meeting. He was the prize of his last company, and we had to work real hard to steal him, so everybody be good to him."
Everyone chuckled. Or rather, the men chuckled. The women tittered. Looked like the beefcake was gonna be getting some office pussy.
Bryan started going on about some company safety meetings - blah, blah, blah - and the expectations for the upcoming quarter and annum. Frankly, if it wasn't directly about me, I didn't particularly care. Some might call that vain; I call it honest. People just pretend to give a shit about others and all this tedious shit they really couldn't give a fuck about. Why bother? Be honest with yourself, if with no one else, that was my motto.
The meeting was called to a close – "finally "- and I started to head back to my office.
"Hey, Mike! Hang on a sec, I wanna talk to you and Kyle here in my office," Bryan called out.
The door clicked shut behind us, and Kyle and I settled into plush chairs beside each other.
"You guys didn't really get a chance to actually meet out there. Mike Feldman, Kyle Adams."
I shook his hand, noticing with a flicker of annoyance that his hand dwarfed mine.
"Feldman? That Jewish?"
I rolled my eyes as I turned back to face Bryan. "Does it sound Hispanic to you?"
Bryan frowned at me, but I heard a chuckle from the annoying schmuck beside me.
"All right, let's get to business." Bryan shuffled some papers, looking, to my mind, like someone who was just trying very hard to look business-like. "I want you two on the same team."
"Thought Kyle here was one of the best?" I asked drolly. "If he is, then I don't think we need a babysitting period for him. And I'm really busy, Bryan."
"It's not for training." Bryan's gaze flicked away. "He'll be leading your team with you."
I stilled. "I beg your pardon?" I turned to find the pretty-boy smiling angelically at me.
Fucking chucklehead! He had the vapid, beatific grin of an all-American jock, but I could see the wry amusement in his eyes. God, I wanted to knock his teeth out.
Bryan's thumbs were twiddling: always a dead giveaway that he was nervous. "Mike, I told you I wanted you to start going after some really big accounts. Don't misunderstand this: you're good, but you'll need help. You'd probably land the big fish on your own, but you "definitely "will with Kyle here."
I opened my mouth to argue, but Bryan met my eyes; he wasn't going to back down. The fucking traitor. I put on my game face, pouring every ounce of charm into my friendly smile. "Well, when you put it that way...Welcome aboard, Kyle."
That amused gleam still glinted in his eye as he shook my proffered hand. "Thanks, Mike."
The way he said my name grated along my every nerve ending. I didn't even notice I was grinding my teeth. He not only looked like a jock, he spoke like one, too. A baseball player. That's what he reminded me of. A big, "star "baseball player, talking to some balding, insignificant sports commentator.
"Well, I better get back to work," I said, sidling toward the door.
"Great, you can take Kyle with you and show him the lay of the land."
I forcibly stopped myself from grinding my teeth into dust. "Yeah, great. Let's go." I didn't even check behind me to see if he was following as I strode out the door.
***
The day had been total shit. I hadn't even gotten a short reprieve before having to deal with the dickhead. He'd been over my shoulder all day. I'd tried to give him shit to familiarize himself with, and either he wasn't really going over them or he was a fucking speedreader or something, because he'd be right back in my office two seconds later, looking for something to do, asking me what I was doing, acting like he understood complicated things with only the half-assed explanations I'd give him. The worst part was that I was scared he was just that good.
All day long, I had to bite my tongue until I damn near chewed it off, and he knew. Every time I got annoyed with him, he could tell, and he was amused. Fucking bastard.
There was no way I was going home tonight. Nor was I going to see Tamara; she was starting to get a little too clingy lately anyways, so I'd probably have to start thinking about replacing her soon. Amazing how your outlook on life can change in just a few hours...
I unlocked the dingy door to my even dingier apartment in the indescribably dingy building on the other side of town from my real home. I had it kept relatively clean, but there was only so much you could do with an apartment in a craphole like this. On the other hand, the landlord took cash and didn't ask questions, so it suited my purposes.
I took a beer out of the fridge and cracked it open, taking long swallows on my way to the bedroom. I stopped in front of the mirror, grimacing at what I saw. Oh, I was good-looking, but in a generic, non-rugged, skinny kind of way. That had seemed good enough until the beefcake walked in today.
He was an Adonis, the bastard. Blond hair that bordered on too long, but managed to stay just shy of it. I ran a hand over my closely trimmed head. His broad, muscled shoulders clearly dwarfed mine, even hidden underneath his expensive suit. And his hazel green eyes made my brown ones look absolutely plain and unremarkable. I really, "really "didn't like this guy.
I finished my beer in gulps, then strode over to the closet and flung open the doors. Not twenty minutes later, I was more beautiful than the beefcake could ever be.
My long brown hair was shiny and lustrous, offsetting my honey-colored contacts perfectly. My breasts, showcased in a tight, V-necked cashmere sweater, were just shy of large; big enough to tantalize boob men, small enough not to repulse the teeny-titty lovers. My long, stockinged legs were mouthwatering from my tiny denim skirt right down to my four-inch heels.
Mike might not be prettier than Mr. Kyle Adams, but Tiana sure as hell was.
I slung my purse over my shoulder and went out looking for a date.
***
The hot, sun-soaked air of Los Angeles hit my face as soon as I stepped out of the airport. Baltimore was nice, but I'd always loved sunny places. I was here because Martin, the owner of Real Investments, wanted the business of his old college buddy Ted Wallace. Supposedly the old guy was unbelievably loaded, moving back to Baltimore at some point, and considering giving his friend his business, but just needed an extra push. I was the company closer, so here I was, ready to spend a couple of hours doing the song and dance for Martin's buddy then the rest of my three days enjoying some LA sights and sunshine.
"Lot warmer than Baltimore, isn't it?"
If only I was here alone...
I frowned at Kyle, as he came up next to me, beefy arms and shoulders stretching his white T-shirt, making me feel scrawny and ridiculous in my black wifebeater.
"So whaddya wanna do after we land this, man? It doesn't sound like this guy needs more than a little push, so we'll have tonight and the weekend to kill."
Was this guy just completely without a clue? I glanced at him and saw the amusement there. No, he definitely knew I didn't like him. The last couple of weeks I'd cooperated with him, but I'd made no effort – besides not openly telling him to fuck off - to hide my disdain for him. He just didn't seem to care. Every time I was short, he'd get that amused look on his face that just made me want to punch him.
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Keywords: by, 01, Caught, Kyle, Ch.,